Bittersweet Memories pt1
They were a weapon, derived from the research i had done into the arcane science, a form of machine-magic that predates the conception of alchemy.
The Sparrows Keep Coming Back
Shoulders rose and fell, her head lolled, and in time i heard over the heavy bass of cannonfire a childish laugh, a mad playtime laugh, bird-twitter bleeding away into something more raucous, something that scared the hell out of me more than her weird mechanical-magic