45 Results in the "Bear House Serials" category
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Suffocation III
PAC Goruym - Ramx`atol1 Yubol 2249 - 2150 Hours The skua fought against the unyielding gale, its patchy down ruffled by a relentless midnight wind. Hope emerged beneath its hooked bill in the form of a radiant colossal turtle, itinerant on the powerful swells. Dox stepped clear when the beleaguered skua landed sloppily on the railing overhead—no good ever came from standing under a gull. She gazed at the flight deck as if it were her first day on the planet, still reeling from her commanding…-
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Suffocation II
Surface Operational HousingDirtox’takal 1 Yubol 2249 1430 Hours Sofita woke to the sound of seal barks and piercing laughter. The sheer act of dozing off still unsettled her after so many years. Bouts of sleep plagued those who served between the poles, and luckily for her, such naps didn’t interfere with her ability to hibernate at the end of the year. Across the pool, a juvenile seal, its stubby whiskers dripping with wet ice, let out a farewell yelp and dove into the black water before…-
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Suffocation I
Kuril Base NorthRaxuta`acarol (Pacific Ocean)1 Yubol 2249 0130 Hours Unlike the other young men before him, he didn’t dive for a dark corner when she entered the room, or collapse to the floor sobbing. Bare feet left a spotty trail over the dark polar tile, leading her to the room’s lone bench, where he lost himself in the hazy depths beyond the glass. She moved her fingertips over the climate-control pad, dulling the room’s oppressive heat. Red-blooded helovx ran cold under the sea, one…-
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Sonata 9
Andrew Celich’s education as a classical violinist is derailed by an act of violence that finds him navigating New York City alone. -
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IX – The Slaughter Arena
This violent summer is the hottest in memory. Bitch Face, the pretty Roman, covers the dead farmer and her children while his brothers hack away at her barley field. He casts an anxious gaze across the field at the forest. Deep within the trees, Aedan the Owl squats on a high branch, his foot rising so his toe can scratch the itch behind his ear. He watches Bitch Face, whose rage over a slaughtered lover burns hot, and grins. This rare show of emotion unsettles his cadre of most loyal, awaiting him…-
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IV
Haze blankets a sea that burns silver under the high sun. Shadows appear along the vanishing point, first five and then ten, until there are too many ships to count. Those fleeing the continent speak of Prince Mandubracius and his deal with the Roman battle king, Kaiser. Those fresh from the fight say warlord Dumnorix plans to sabotage the Roman battle king with a hidden armada. Alas, it’s now clear that Dumnorix is as dead as his ships, and Mandubracius comes home for his crown. Their driver…-
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III
Longhouses cover the white expanse. Half-built ships stretch for miles along the shoreline. The majestic forest is gone, its slenderest remains fueling barracks stoves, its thickest trunks the backbones for Caesar’s growing fleet of flat-bottom boats. Roman victory kills more than those on the battlefield. Like locusts, the legions consume everything. They slaughter livestock and leave those unfit for enslavement to starve. Decurion Servius marches through the snow, his furry boots crunching in the…-
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II
His life is defined by how much pain he brings his mother. Twenty-two years ago, she left her princely father’s house to live with a coastal druid named Fintan, who, for all his holistic prowess, never suspected her already caught. Her pains began on the autumnal, and her unborn babe insisted on coming out ass first. The old druidess tending the delivery cut her belly to liberate him, and Ciniod reminds her grown son of this trauma every time she must force a fart. Aedan the Ancalite is a bony sort…-
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His name is Lucius Skipio Servius, or Skipio to those who call him a friend. He stands taller than most with a robust physique, chiseled face, and a captivating mouth no man can resist. His shorn head gleams like ripe wheat, unlike his dark, verdant eyes that run deep like river moss. Vitus Servius is bald like his son. The stocky patrician owns a vast orchard in the northern mountainous frontier. It boasts a thriving walnut grove alongside its primary crop of apples and pears. Still, his only son…-
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