The Fall + Poetic Greed + Blood is Thicker than Time
75c for all three. Stories of the plague of sin: pride, greed, and wrath. BUY
Are we the supreme life form in the galaxy? A battle with the Mucler for one of the last inhabitable planets will determine mankind’s fate.
If Galloway didn’t let me go soon, humanity would be lost, and the galaxy’s sentries would crown a less-deserving victor. My breaths chafed, my pulse labored, and my eyelids throbbed. My mission sat dormant, waiting for a chance, one last desperate chance.
All the enhanced traits my ancestors had endowed me with had shut off to conserve what energy remained. I knelt unmoving in a puddle of light that leaked in from the top of the east wall, and I watched the sliver dance on my wrists. Silver on silver.
The mulcer next door paced, growling. I could smell its foul drool, hear it splashing to the ground. It wanted to kill me.
Time would beat it to the task. My vigor bled with every heartbeat into the unyielding alloy from which my cell was constructed. “Let me go,” I begged for the nine billionth time.
The alien technology, or whatever Galloway was, chose that moment to answer. The wall in front of me evaporated. I didn’t have to be told to run toward the portal, the transport to the planet looming just beyond the windows.
I had to fight the mulcer to get there. BUY
The wrongs keep piling up as a heroic doctor attempts to right her life. Two greeds don’t make a right.
Straightening the medical charts on my desk, none of them honest, I peeked at Esther’s trusting face. “Your cancer is in remission. You don’t have to come in again for six months.” I pulled my stethoscope, adjusting its drape over my neck, thanking Fortune for Esther’s gullibility.
Her parchment fingers pressed against her withered lips. “Halleluiah!” Tears trickled, flowing like a windfall, and she laughed.
Rifling my index finger over the files, I forced a concerned smile. “It doesn’t mean it won’t come back.”
She fished in her purse for a tissue, and wiped her eyes. The lines around them had eased tenfold since she had walked into my office fifteen minutes ago. “But it’s good news?”
For a little while, to avoid any suspicions, “Yes.”
“God has answered me through you, Dr. Kantriss. You work miracles. Everything the papers say about you is true.”
The reporters didn’t know I told patients they had illnesses they didn’t, didn’t know I falsified tests and records and specimens. Didn’t know desires raged through my veins as needy addictions. BUY
An anger so violent, so virile, it transcends time.
Footfalls crunched up the path, churning dust, disturbing pebbles. Plink. Plink.
I tasted blood. Metallic, earthy, salty, sweet, it courted my tongue and engorged my veins. Swallowing it down, I went to meet my guest.
Her sapphire eyes bore directly into my cursed soul, crinkling, laughing. She waved. “Eleanor! What a sublime and spiritual place.”
Heat sizzled over my nerves. My eyelids narrowed, and I watched her pulse beat inside the blood vessels lacing her pale throat. If I didn’t hold myself in check, she’d flee before this played out.
Teri was my negative image. Where she was pale, I was dark. Where she was bright, I was dull. Where she was squat, I was lean. When she showed joy, I felt fire.
I brushed dark, lackluster bangs out of my weary eyes. “Sorry to make you trudge all the way up here alone, but I wanted to get the surprise ready.” Indeed I did, fingering the knife I held behind my back.