By David C. Daoust The grim faces of the armored soldiers, gave Clover pause. He was pretty sure he was in the right place- despite the fact he did not see the woman he sought. Instead he only witnessed the two guards before him, barking at his sudden appearance as he passed through the…
So… been a while since I updated ‘the Scribe of Nightsong’. I think I got rundown on it…. on the whole site, really. Most of my creative energy has been going into projects, elsewhere. Just random story ideas that got no where to go– and that I am not interested in posting here. We have…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo moved swiftly through the many corridors that led from Dakota’s lab, all the way to the central command center of the Red Faction ship. It was methodically designed, unlike any ship she had seen anywhere else in the Onion. It was well organized, and efficient, to a degree…
By David C. Daoust Dakota had a pretty solid hunch that Suzanne was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. Dakota, however, was not kidding when she told Suzanne she may actually be mad. Having someone there, to bounce her ideas off, was as important to Dakota, as it was to Suzanne…