Sebella Sigel
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Beware the Night
Christine scanned the bar patrons, looking out among those who leveled their own inebriated gazes back at her in challenge, or dropped their eyes completely, not wanting to get dragged into another’s problem. Not seeing any real takers, the witch’s questing gaze landed upon a short guy leaning up against bar. He was grinning cheekily back at her, like he knew just how much trouble Christine was in.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
There was a monster in the garden. Tabitha had always been warned by her parent’s staff not to wander about at night by herself. It was something that turned out to be very hard for her not to do though. In her mind, there were just so many fascinating things to look at in the dark.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
A nowhere can be a somewhere. It’s all about perspective. The Hodge Podge was a legend, a myth, a story, a secret, a riddle, the beginning of a song you only half remembered when you were drunk, and a bit of a conundrum that everyone who was anyone knew about. Stumbling over a bit of arcane knowledge or ancient lore with a dash of hope and a smidge of belief did wonders too.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Armoring Shadows
Prologue. Been Dreaming It Forever I think I’m dreaming. Dreams aren’t real so much as they are impossible things to experience now. You can’t dream when you go into Static to achieve Haze. The bots repair everything in place of your brain so you don’t sleep which means you don’t dream because the bots can’t dream. Rest now is like flipping a light switch on and off in your head.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
Prologue: Earth It all happened so fast. After being gone for the better part of a millennia, the Fae came back to the human world, the plane of Earth over ten years ago. We didn’t invite the creepy little bastards back. They just kind of showed up, like disowned thrice-removed relatives to humanity’s family reunion BBQ. Unwanted yet larger than life, they came in droves to spike the punch with moonshine wishes, dazzle us humans with glamorous lies, and eat the kiddies before we noticed what the hell was going on.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Lighthouses on the Edge of Infinity
Chapter 1: The Wolf’s Fool It's 3am again, and I'm awake and woke in every sense of the words. They say 3pm is a useless hour. It's too early to eat a meal that has a name, but too late to get anything of real importance done either. What does that make 3am then? Some say that the Hour of the Wolf is when the threadbare places in the world are worn just a little bit thinner. Thin enough you could poke your fingers through it till something else pokes you back. Or bites them off, depending on what that something is.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
