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Swiftie’s metal frame was warm to the touch, waves of heat pulsing feverishly under Milo’s touch. The bike flinched as he touched it, but its thrashing seemed to calm down at the sound of his voice. It laid on its side in the dirt, shuddering and choking as its engine struggled to turn through...

Swiftie coughed and choked again, letting out a mechanical rattle as its engine revved. Blood continued to seep from the hole in its engine block as it rolled itself in a slow circle. It lurched forward in fits and starts, taking a moment to gain its confidence in its wheels before rolling its...

The backwards man straightened, spindly legs clicking and popping as he unfolded himself up to his full height. He contemplated Milo’s description of the bike for a moment, tapping his fingers against one another and frowning as the raccoon-boy complained about the lack of fuel. “Not alive,” he...

The man chuckled at Milo’s outburst, an odd hiccupping laugh of short inhalations rather than exhalations. It was not a particularly pleasant sound, nor a comforting one. As the man got up to his feet, Milo would realize exactly how tall and lanky he was. He was incredibly thin, with long...

The door swung open with a creak at Milo’s touch, hanging loosely off battered, rust-covered hinges. The beam of light from the door illuminated the man’s back, and legs, leaving his head shrouded in shadow. He didn’t so much as twitch as Milo called out to him, lying flat on his stomach in the...

The heat of the desert was, in a word, punishing. The sun burned down upon them from above, without so much as a cloud to shade them. Its rays stung at any hint of exposed flesh, scorching skin red with brutal sunburns. The agonizing heat dried out the mouth and throat until even drawing breath...

The villagers stared at the strange young man as he gave himself a bath of cold well water, but none approached him. It seemed that they were wary of strangers here, especially ones with fluffy tails and weird mechanical things that they pushed around like a cart. They gave him a wide berth as...

When Meriwa asked about young human girls, the goat-woman chuckled, gesturing with a sweep of her hand towards the handful of children running about. “I’ve got a couple of girls here, as you can see,” she said. “All mine, I’m proud to say. This one is new! Barely a month old. Helen is her...

The turnip-seller froze, his grin stiffening on his face as soon as Milo inquired about witches. The color drained from his face, leaving him more pale than the underside of his turnips. He glanced hurriedly back and forth, checking to see if anyone had heard exactly what this newcomer had said...

The boy didn’t respond to Milo’s questions, simply shaking his head and leading him towards the town. Clearly, he thought, the strange person was some sort of madman, making up words and worlds that fit into his own delusions. Either that, or he’d gotten hit between those strange ears of his...

The boy stared at the strange, foul-mouthed newcomer, blinking slowly as he tried to decipher exactly what it is that he’d said. Hardly anything that came out of Milo’s mouth made any sense, but his sudden appearance at the bottom of the pond hadn’t made any sense either. He frowned, hesitating...

The vast golden dunes of the Greater Mizharen Desert shift and transform constantly from the harsh, ever-present winds, making navigation and mapping of the desert nearly impossible. Compasses are worse than useless thanks to the thousands of lodestones embedded in the sand, leading many a...

The gathered posse frowned at the remarkably angry young man with the strange ears and weird, muddy tail, bewilderment clear on their faces. What was going on here? Where was Casticor Harbor? They muttered amongst each other, trying to make sense of the situation for several long moments before...

Milo’s question was an excellent one indeed, as the place he was in wasn’t quite like anything he’d ever seen before. The pond was surrounded by tall white trees, entirely devoid of leaves. It looked almost as though he’d appeared in the middle of a forest of bones, stuck upright in the ground...

Dead Man’s Grove was by all means an ordinary little village. Children played outside during the day, farmers tended to their fields, and grandmothers sat on their porches and knitted. Even the sheep seemed fat and happy, bleating pleasantly as they chewed on the grass. Hardly the sort of place...

The points of Foxgloves’ hood drooped when the would-be rescuers ran off without so much as saying good-bye. Where were people’s manners these days? He waved weakly at their retreating backs, then shook his head and returned to his meal. Some people. He’d even given them a present! At least the...

If Foxgloves was aware of how disconcerting his behavior was to his guests, he didn’t show it. The painted white mask remained as still as ever, without so much as a flicker within the black void behind the placid, open smile. He picked up a teacup delicately between his pointy fingertips and...

The masked man contemplated the two women quietly, tilting his head to the side like a curious pigeon as he stared at them. As he stared, he continued laying out his picnic, placing dish after tiny dish onto the blanket until it was entirely covered in the little plates. One of the silver covers...

The trio would continue to see rats scurrying to and fro through the woods, squeaking softly as they went about their rat work. They paid the party little heed as they crossed in front of them, vanishing into the tangle of trees and thorn bushes on either side of the narrow dirt trail. Oddly...

Xuan’s hissing sent the rats scurrying backwards like ripples in a pond, the sound triggering an instinctual terror in their little rodent minds. There was a predator in their den, something that wanted to eat them alive. They fled from the party, vanishing into tiny holes in the walls or...