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It was very rare that Malcolm felt intimidated by much, particularly when it came to manners of violence. The fact remained, however, that by accepting the arrangement as it stood, he had thrown himself headlong into a world he was very unfamiliar with-a world of politics, domestication. There...

Danny's rows raised when Maybe spoke-he'd forgotten about that plan with all the chaos that surrounded the final few weeks at school. Thinking about it made his pulse raise in excitement. A whole few days with an entire cabin to themselves? And, more importantly, a flatscreen TV just patiently...

A shit-eating grin spread across Danny's face at Kallie's comment. "Yeah, Mal," he teased, nudging his brother. "Isn't it just the greatest thing in the world? Being surrounded by such utter specimens? Such Adonises? Such-" Malachi interrupted by lightly whacking Danny on the back of the head...

Toby stifled a yawn as he made his way down the school hallway. He was tired this morning-but then again, he tended to be tired every morning. His chores back at the farm meant he was usually up before the sun was. Then it was feed the chickens, pull the eggs, let the dog out, let the goats...

There was something strange about the woman which Malcolm had a difficult time pinning down at first. The more she spoke, the more it became clear, and by the time she got to the point of the world feeling both too large or too big, that he understood. Magdelyn Grey was in pain. At first, he'd...

Ageus had always wanted Theron to hear what people were not saying. It was perhaps one of the most central fixtures in politics, a skill that any Athenian needed to possess in order to have his voice heard. Observing Phaenna's mother, it was clear that the two were related-the two shared hair...

The silence was what struck him the most. Spending much of his years up until his twenty-first birthday in a communal living space meant that there was rarely a dull moment, and certainly never a quiet one. Wherever you went, you'd be able to hear the noise of chatter, or shouting and carrying...

The Grey Estate, April 24th The cold, coastal air of the Kent estate drove through his lungs with an unwanted sharpness, a stark difference from the thick winds of the castle city. Malcolm had travelled many a place in his years, from the bitterly cold climates northward to the sweltering...

"Well...I guess when you put it that way," Alex replied, shrugging one shoulder. His status of longevity at the hospital wasn't really anything that had earned him any favors. It meant he was friendlier with the staff, though, so he had a bit more leniency with the rules. Some rules, anyway...

The somewhat skeptical way she examined him as he struggled to convey the story made him nervous, but the fact that he had managed to wrestle a laugh out of her made the whole thing well worth it. It was so rare that anybody laughed in this place. It was far more common to hear someone crying or...

He hadn't been holding out much hope that it would work, but a slow exhale still left him as Faye blatantly refused the offer. Oh, well. Everybody had their own stuff to figure out, and he couldn't really do that for her. If anything, it was a firm reminder not to try and bridge the gap of...

So this was where it started. It was clear that eating was the same as overcoming an uphill battle for Faye, though Axel knew he couldn't understand it too well. It was like the few and far-between attempts that his father had tried confronting him about his meds. Sure, the man had never fought...

Axel wasn't sure if it was another affect of the medication, or if it was just the food itself, but it never seemed to taste like anything. It wasn't bad, exactly, but it wasn't that good, either. The plastic tray and the way it slid across the metal railing in front of the buffet. The lump of...

Sixteen months...So a little more than one year. That was usually standard for someone who was admitted for an intensive program, and the good thing of it was that those people usually came out the other side-meaning that Axel rarely saw them again. She had the same attitude a lot of kids had...

Being addressed wasn't exactly a rarity, but it happened just rarely enough that he felt a flicker of surprise when Bailey looked over at him. It wasn't that he was scared of her or Hardin (well, just a little of Hardin), but he'd learned long ago that there was no predictable way to measure...

Though the young adults gathered in the common area looked different from one person to the next, all of them seemed to have one thing in common. They were worn out. Most of them had been through things other people, even the staff who worked with them, could scarcely understand. Axel sank back...

Blurry. That was how the world had felt when Axel had woken up in the clinic, almost three weeks ago this time. He could recall very little of the episode, only flashes that made little to no sense-a memory of standing at a rooftop, at staring fixedly at the ceiling. Of being convinced he could...

The metal object Chrys withdrew caught his attention, and he paused from his actions in order to watch what she was doing. His eyes widened when a flame, already made, blossomed out of the metal. "How is that possible? What is that?" He inquired, narrowing his eyes in interest. Maybe if she had...

Her presumption was correct-the best time to hunt for food was in the few hours just before the sun rose, and Silas had left accordingly. The forest seemed almost surreal this time of morning, with an inky blueness just faintly illuminating the ground in front of him. He moved slow and careful...

There wasn't much sound aside from that of Ageus, conferring with a servant in a dialect of Greek Theron only ever heard in this region. Theron, for his part, remained a respectable distance behind the elder man, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The air was crisper here, carrying a sense...