The Chant of the Sibyl

Adrian stood at the prow of the boat, a live wire of intention that he had neglected to name to his lietennants, who stood by in a pensive veneer of patience. His eyes were bright across the water, discernably blue-green despite the subfusc, artificial light that radiated eerily off the shore, not too far off. ( Read more... )

The Chant of the Sibyl

Ivan Roque stared out across the dark land where it bled into the darker sky, which was starless and glowering. Everything was quiet in the compound.
“How many days?” She'd been able to sneak up on Ivan since highschool, so focussed did he get on the machinations of his inner mind when he thought he was alone. The man stirred slightly, lifting himself away from the casement that he'd leaned against, though he didn't turn to look at her.
“1,647. And counting.” He sighed, shaking a bowed head as he extended an arm toward her. The smaller woman tucked herself easily into his side for a brief squeeze. “It gets stranger every day, doesn't it? This thing...” A long exhallation sighed out through his nose. He looked tired.( Read more... )

The Chant of the Sibyl

“But... all the lights are still on.” Donovan looked around, wide-eyed behind the mostly-obscuring mask of his respirator. “There has to be someone here.” ( Read more... )

I haven't quit! I'm behind, but I haven't given up!

Wordcount as of November 21: 25,245.

PS:

I haven't quit. I just updated corbie.livejournal.com with the rest of the fragments, and will be updating my NaNo site wordcount after this. I'm just over 25k... I know I'm behind, but I'm still fighting!