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I jolt upright, blinking into near total darkness. Moonlight sweeps over a cavernous space, illuminating darkened corridors and intricate carvings along the green-gray stone of the wall I’m facing. Condensation drips down the stones, gathering in pockets of moss.
Cool night air touches my skin as I scan the perimeter, catching sight of four gray, wolflike bodies bleeding green onto the tiles.
Reality sweeps over me like a tidal wave that w
AlexI’m rarely in my office in the spires above the ice but was forced to make an exception today. After my lecture this afternoon, I had a meeting with a few of the other biology professors, which the dean did not attend, and found myself in the gray confines of this dusty little box of a room, which is home to bound copies of the research I’ve done over the years. Laney blinks up at me expectantly while I look over the lab report on the blood samples the Beta asked for. “Interesting. Was this confirmed?” I ask, pointing to a line of text. She nods, so owlish I wonder if she’s even breathing. She can’t be more than twenty, and even then, she looks more like a terrified, socially awkward twelve-year-old girl in the blue scrubs the clinic volunteers have to wear during their clinicals. “It’s a foreign substance, but there was a lot of it in the second sample–the one we weren’t able to pull a profile from. It’s foreign in nature, possibly an animal?”“An animal on illicit drugs?” I
Skye“Run!”I open my eyes to my office, to glittering starlight shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My hand is resting around… a rock. The kyanite, right. I curl my fingers around it and lift it out, but my hand trembles like the small stone weighs a ton. I’m still trapped between the realms–the real world and the land of visions driven by the same stars I’ve been studying for years. I feel weak, like I’ve expended most of my magic. It happens so quickly for me. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths to ground myself but bite back a gasp when someone moves, their shadow stretching across the floor. Alex. His eyes are narrowed to slits. He scans my face, posturing defensively, his shoulders squared and spine tight–ready to lunge, if he must. What did he see? “What the fuck was that?” he asks sternly, in a whisper, glancing at the door behind me, which is, thankfully, closed. “Skye? What the fuck–”“I’m a mystic,” I whisper back. He blinks at me, his brow fu
SkyeAbby slides down the banister of the staircase in my new house, gaping at the view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Toby managed to get the electric fireplace up and running after an hour of trial and error with the little remote we found in one of the kitchen drawers, and now the house downstairs is borderline too toasty warm, but both of them left the lab to help me move, and now I get why. An hour later, we’re across campus in the apartment towers where all the graduates and postdocs live… where I lived until this morning, when I packed up the rest of my things into boxes, and went back for more of my things. “This apartment is the best Toby and I can get, for sure,” Abby says with a rough sigh. “We talked about it for a while, but I think we’re making the right decision. It’s quieter this high up compared to Toby’s place, and I would have to move!”“Pivot to the left! Pivot! PIVOT!” I grunt, and she disappears from view for several seconds while I shove my mattress throu
Skye“You didn’t have to do this.” I cup my hands around the warm paper coffee cup and meet Alex’s eyes. “I can buy a coffee.”“I invited you to my lab and wasn’t able to follow through.”“We can reschedule. It’s not like you’re going to find the Goddess particle tomorrow and turn me obsolete.”He frowns at me, taking my little jab at face value. He’s smart. I mean, of course he is. He’s a paleomicrobiologist, for Goddess’ sake. But he’s also sharp and cunning, able to read my often confusing facial expressions like an open book. “I don’t like going against my word.”Random lines of chatter take up the space between us in the little open cafe near the library. “You had a perfectly acceptable reason.” I risk a small smile, which he inspects, but then his sharp expression falters, the lines of worry between his brows smoothing, making him look far younger than usual. I can’t help myself when I ask, “How old are you?”He inhales, wraps his hand around the coffee he hasn’t so much as sip
AlexWalls of ice reflect an icy blue, turning the scratch paper littered over my metal desk a hazy cerulean. My gloved hands steadily manage a pen after years of practice, but many of my lab assistants and postdocs still grumble about my nearly unintelligible handwriting. In my defense, I had to learn an entirely new written language in my early twenties. I shift my weight on the stool beneath me and brace my elbows on the desk. Behind me, the main area of the lab is alive with murmurs, the hum of lab equipment and heaters, and the crunch of threaded boots over the sleek floor of ice. I look back down at my notes. They’re nothing major, just personal commentary on a recent discovery in a core of ice brought up from nearly two miles below the surface–the deepest we’ve ever been able to drill without something going wrong. The chemical makeup wasn’t anything unexpected–water, of course. A few traces of the same glassy, dust-like sediment we found in another core a few feet above thi
Skye“It went fine,” I say on a breath, moving toward the back row of the empty observatory. It’s well past midnight, and if anyone is going to be awake in the odd hours of early morning, it’s Posey, whose soft, disbelieving chuckle rings through my ear. “You sound like you hated it.”I sink into a familiar chair covered with scratchy, well-worn fabric and prop my laptop on my knees. “I don’t hate lecturing. It just felt odd, I guess. My previous lectures were all at the undergraduate level… physics 101, you know? The definition of matter versus now having to explain to a room full of physicists who lean more toward experimental physics why we’ll never fully understand the physical confines of our own universe.”“You could always come home. The temple in Moonrise would move mountains to have you within their ranks.”I click a few buttons on a controller, and the ceiling erupts in a sea of distant stars. “You sound just like Mom.”“No one would blame you for being unhappy, Skye. You’v







