Witch, 114

“That’s new.”

“Yeah, James gave it to me the other day.”

“He gave you a boner the other day and you still have it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Unlike him.”

“He’s branching out,” Ron explained, slotting a post into place with a grunt.

Addicts Anonymous

It was brisk outside and Erik had a light jacket on, but Juniper was just wearing a t-shirt. He was on the phone in the parking lot, leaning on a car that wasn’t his, since he didn’t have a car, or at least that was what he’d told Erik when Erik had driven him home last time.

“Listen, all I’m saying is that it’s going to screw with people’s heads,” Juniper was saying, sounding agitated. “Like, if I’m reading the story, it’s going to be like, why is this idiot in two places at once? It’s going to seem like a continuity error.”

As far as Erik knew, Juniper was someone’s personal assistant in his day job and a sculpture artist on the side. Maybe he also had a gig as someone’s editor, what did he know?

“Yes, I get that time travel is happening. I was literally there when the time travel happened. I’m just saying that…no, I’m not calling your audience stupid. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Listen, I’m going to my meeting. Try not to be annoying for ten minutes.”

Witch, 101

“And he said nothing else?”

“Was all that not enough?”

“I am asking if you’ve left anything out.”

“Of course I have; it was a four-hour conversation.”

“If you could enlighten us.”

“About Sam’s dislike of beets?”


“I’ve told you everything relevant,” James said, cutting the archmage off. “I’m the only person outside the plateau who seems to have Sam’s trust, so if you want him to keep telling me what he’s doing, you should let me maintain as much of his privacy as is safe. He didn’t share many of the details of his plan with me, but he obviously intends to do this even if it means coming into conflict with other sorcerer clans. When I told him they’d have a problem with him doing that he made it clear he didn’t care.”

Stowaway, 96

“So we decided the…best way to communicate the eschatological message was in rhyme,” Bartholomew panted, on his hands and knees. “So all the original scripture, including, including interpretation of the prophecies, was written in verse.”

“Hm,” said Pax, nodding. “I’d hoped the answer would be more transcendentally meaningful than that, but okay.”


“I said it was okay,” Pax reminded Bartholomew, giving him an extra-hard thrust as a reward. “It must have been frustrating when all the scripture got translated and the rhymes were lost.”

“A little,” Bartholomew agreed, hanging his head. “But that’s how languages work. You can’t change linguistic drift—we tried.”

Team, 94

The food at this orgy was really good, Cal thought, biting into a steamed bun. That was a weird thing to be true at an orgy, but it was true. He’d have to make sure to blow the cook before he left.

He was enjoying himself, but after a few hours of fucking, he was taking a break to eat something that wasn’t dick. This orgy had more people at it than the last one, and some of them were even girls or women, thanks to Cal bringing Beatrice against his better judgement and Lillian against her better judgement. Some other girls were here too, so it wasn’t like Cal had ruined the thing anymore than bringing Beatrice to things normally ruined them.


Cal looked up. Bartholomew was coming over to join him at the wall. Sully had invited him. “Yeah,” he said, taking a bite of his bun. “Just making conversation?” he asked, waiting a beat. “Or atoning?”

Others, 27

Jude tapped his foot on the floor, grateful that they’d gotten the heat working again in the Citadel so it wasn’t freezing cold. If they were going to be immortal, he thought they could at least be reasonably comfortable while they did it, and he was glad he wasn’t the only one who thought so.

He was ostensibly reading a book, but actually he was just sitting here being nervous about something stupid. That was fine. He’d gotten a lot of reading done earlier today. He’d read two books. He was learning so much about holds. The gods had all used to have this power—well, they still had it—where they could go to a weird little other world called a hold that nobody else could get to. Jude was supposed to be trying to figure out if there was any point at all in even trying to transfer that power to humans when they took the gods’ powers or if it would just not fly.

The Citadel had a good collection of books plundered from different gods during the war, and someone had to go through them to learn what they could. They’d all been read before, back when Raphael and Cameron had been trying to flush out every last god, but now that there was a new mission, it only made sense to collect all the information they could. So Jude and Tam were learning everything about holds. Some people still thought there were probably a bunch of gods hiding in holds and wanted a way to find them, but Jude was barely skimming any of the annotations that had to do with holds’ vulnerabilities.

Team, 69

Cal was starting to hate churches.

“There’s nobody in there,” Mick said, finishing up his magic. “Not that that means much, really. I guess Klaus will probably teleport in.”

“Most likely wearing someone else’s body,” Sully added with a heavy sigh. “I still think you should have let me tell Cameron and Raphael.”

Cal nodded, just looking at the mural over the church. Saint Lyra, stopping storms, and Saint Stephen, stopping nightmares. He had never gotten around to asking Bartholomew why they were up there together. Also, he really didn’t want to talk to Bartholomew, but he hadn’t been able to think of anywhere else to do this in the moment. “I want to talk to him first. Just because Rawen wants him dead doesn’t mean that killing him is a good call.”

“Really,” Travis agreed. “Doing what Rawen wants is probably all around a bad call.”

“Probably, but not killing him just because Rawen wants him dead is probably also shortsighted,” Wes said.

Joey was sulking a little, which might have been because Cal had made him wear clothes again. “You guys are making this too complicated. If he’s evil, we should kill him.”

Team, 66

“What’s he waiting for?” Joey asked, eyeing Rawen. He was just sort of standing there awkwardly, watching them without looking like he was watching them, like they were at a party and Rawen wanted to come over and be their friend but was too shy to ask.

He was the fucking devil, Cal thought. Would it kill him to grow a pair?

“An invitation, probably,” Cal said, sighing. “We’re ignoring him in the hopes that he’ll go away.”

“Do you think he will?”


“Did you used to date him?” Travis asked, leaning on the table.

“I don’t think so.”

“He acts like he’s your ex-boyfriend, is all.”