It was a quiet night, the palliative care wing of Mercy General was nicknamed „The Greenhouse.” It sounded lovely, but everyone knew it was just because we were all wilting. I’m Kael. I’m eighteen, and my lungs have the structural integrity of wet tissue paper.… Read more

The carpet in the basement of St. Jude’s smelled like industrial bleach and damp hope. It was a beige room for people with colorful diagnoses. Elias sat in the third chair from the door, his oxygen tank, „Barnaby,” hissing rhythmically at his side. At seventeen,… Read more

I. The Impulse The snow in the city was gray, matching the salt-stained hem of Elias’s coat. He sat in his car, staring at a small, clinical postcard he’d found in the mail—not addressed to him, but sent to a mutual friend. “Saffron Mckenzie has… Read more

The universe doesn’t die with a bang, and it doesn’t die with a whimper. It dies with a cough. By the year 2042, the sun had begun to pale, infected by a vacuum-borne shadow humanity called The Veil. It wasn’t an organism in any sense… Read more