Modes of Transport (a Kaos Army short story)
The light flashed, merrily. They always did. Anything that threw a spanner in the works seemed to be happy about it. Sirens of doom would sing joyously. Beacons of battle would blaze like a rock concert. This squiggly iridescent lamp doing its best...
Executive decisions Chapter 13
The light was blinding. Golden, pure rays filled the room, glowing through his closed eyelids. Cool breeze whispered upon his skin. Pleasant. Welcoming. Safe. "Father?" He struggled to open his eyes, the brightness assaulting him at the...