Hunger and sleep were strange in combination, did strange things to the mind. It was cold, but not cold enough. Too weak to shut them out, to still the fragments of thought that danced across his skull. His eyes slipped closed, drifted as his shoulder slid against the wall. The guards shuffled, moved in soft air behind the shining grey of the ( Read more... )

Time, always and never, time.

It crawled and jumped in dashes and stutters. Twisted and cracked, sliding, scraping light and silence off the surface of metal. Peeling long white rows that dissolved into the air, into his head, into his lungs. It was niggling cold, and every so often he could hear the dibah. They were crawling down stone paths that ( Read more... )

There were no more jokes.

His head burned, spread fire down his neck, up his back, across his skin. There were no jokes, the nohhua granted only one. Nothing stirred his lungs, his throat now, but the slow progression of time.

When he closed his eyes, he could hear them. They were loud and quiet, louder here, in this place that sounded like the ( Read more... )