Recent content by Everleigh Ebersol

“Sounds like a fake name,” Everleigh scoffed, not sure why now that Strietz had agreed and after the glimpse of vulnerability she had shown him, she felt the need to be as prickly as she first was. Old habits died hard, or maybe with the knowledge of the letai woman waking up soon, there was...

Everleigh believed every initiate at the Academy was a murderer, or would one day become one. All it took was one body, and even those who gravitated towards something was beneficial to making like healing… even the healers would become murderers. While Everleigh understood she had killed many...

Over the fence she went, barely managing to keep herself from falling down. She landed with a thud and a whimper. Her ankles and wrists hurt, shaking from the impact. All grace had been taken from her, now all she had was grit. By the time it took her to begin getting up from all fours, Erland...

The shouting of civilians didn’t quicken her pace, nor did the discordant staccato thunder of boots and metal armor. Only a fool would run aimlessly and let their anxiety take over. Fighting wasn’t an option, but neither was running more than they needed to. At least, that’s what Everleigh had...

“You will kill,” Everleigh corrected, as cold and faceless as the proctors in her head. She said it nicer than they had said to her. With a wheezing breath, she moved to the back of the brothel, deciding to sneak away through the gardens and then into the sinuous alleys beyond until reaching...

Everleigh didn’t mind that the woman screamed as she went for the man whore. Her quick eyes caught the moment the bovine man blinked blurry blues towards before turning to the horse-faced teflon beside him. It all moved in slow motion, herself and the whore whose face reminded her of a cow. She...

A snort and an unflattering chortle had Everleigh quickly biting her lower lip and looking away for a split second as if Ralene had eyes on the back of her head and could possibly see the flare of heat across her cheeks. Everleigh saw it as a joke, but it worked. The tension melted, heart...

One woman down, finished. One man delayed, he could talk later to the guards, Everleigh decided as her eyes went to the man on the right, clearly torn between flight and fight. She saw the hesitant glance he gave to Erland, how as he stood up he raised his hands and took a step back. Everleigh...

A flare of red-hot pain in her chest and stomach reminded Everleigh that she couldn’t over exert herself. Only hours later from her brief brawl with the letai she had encountered on the Lucky Star, her broken rib (or two, she had little time to assess the damage) was screaming to make itself...

The only time others had touched Everleigh’s hair was to command control of her head, which granted them the momentum needed to push and pull her body one way or the other. When she went to the only brothel she dared to visit, even then her hair had been used against her. She had liked that, but...

Once again, purple, as if he knew that her ribs were already bruising to match her dull violet eyes. There was a slight huff, a telltale twitch of the brow, but Everleigh followed after the rat she was desperate to employ. She took hold of Miklan by wrapping a tight grip around his bicep...

Purple eyes narrowed further into predatory slits. This was no game of chess, there were too many pieces, too many rules, too many possibilities to call this interaction as something as simple as chess. Everleigh wouldn’t have chosen a solution that would be simple. It had to be senseless...

At the very least, Dieder J Strietz was interested. Follow up questions were expected, this wasn’t a deal struck between an initiate and proctor but two equals. Everleigh thought herself to be the better fighter, but right now, she wasn’t looking for someone who could kill as well as she did...

“It’s my stupid trophy.” Everleigh said, a wry quirk of her lips that would be unseen by Ralene but could be heard instead. “Helped me lie about being untouchable.” The proctors saw through it, but any adult could see through a child’s schemes with a single look. She thought back to when she...

Everleigh took her time to answer, breathing in and out, counting her heartbeat until she was sure she was steady. Her eyes followed his movements, not quite liking his clothes. What had he hidden underneath that loose shirt that hung from his lanky frame? What had he stashed away in the...