Chapter 42.2: Incursion
At the other end of Thaumacore’s eastern wing, Minkus stepped out of the sunlight, through the daunting front doorway, and into the main corridor of the complex. He tugged at the collar of his stolen Inquest uniform. Starched stiff and fitted to the slender guard he’d taken it from, the whole outfit pressed in on him like a crunchy, woolen sausage casing.
Chapter 42.1: Who We Follow
Comakk stood still, letting all the busyness of lab Delta’s teams stream past him. Team members moved crates, applied final calibrations to the expulsion units, and tried desperately to stay out of Kikka’s line of sight. They were useful, even talented, but they were all cowards.
Chapter 41.1: Time Up
If there was anything Christoff Veritas really knew, it was biding time. In some ways, his whole life had been a matter of biding time, just an endless series of events he’d waited for. While his father had lived, he’d sustained the man’s unrelenting training, just waiting for the day he’d perfect the spellcraft of the Veritas bloodline.
Chapter 38.4: Vigil Politics
Penny glared at the captain through narrowing eyes, her fire returning. “What’s that supposed to mean: too little too late?”
Gelwin didn’t shy from her attention but glanced around the space, landing on a thick, stonework crate left by the Metamagicals people. He gestured toward it. “May I?” Penny made no reply, but Jinkke did, offering it with a nod.
