The hallowed halls of Vital Yield Ministries were messy but quaint. A thin sheen of grime covered every surface and there were small rips in the forest green fabric of the pews. Volunteers did their best to keep things tidy, but they all knew it was a losing battle. There was never enough money in The Highlands.
Tag: Ula Godou-Amentrope
Chapter 6; Shank. Siren. Sausagefest.
Late forenoon, a bit before twelve, was the edge of morning for The Highlands. Almost remiss dawn. North toward Sector, over the gargantuan Gate Quartal—which separated Taction Shiatsa from Anma—early signs of daybreak were finally showing. The heavens were a muted pink-gray. A large veil of shade, the shadow cast by Gate Quartal, shrank back. Inching, slowly.
Chapter 2; Night Scribe, Day Climb
“From there, with unthinkable power he was able to-” The television set shut off ending the Klaskywood documentary, and plunging the room into darkness. Outside was even darker. It was a new luna-beacon; an empty sky as the evening light at the center of the world recharged.
Chapter 1; Remiss Dawn
“…and then, the teacher said ‘Yaz legends aren’t real! There's no such thing at Naitre Tower.’ And then, Rubi leaped onto her table and said the same! So, I smiled and said-” Yaz went silent as he heard his mom scream.
Spirit of the City 