Juryokine: Chapter Nine
Still, he couldn't help but walk a little faster when he imagined the old inventor following him, watching him. he was supposed to go meet zashiel. be there right after class, she had told him.
Juryokine: Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight Toke's head throbbed with pain as sunlight attacked his eyelids. The hot air was sticky with humidity, and the rough bed of corn cobs and stalks didn't allow him the illusion that he was lying in his dorm at school. With a groan, he...
Juryokine: Chapter Six
If the battery was so weakly constructed that a few bounces could make it dangerous to use, that was a defect that he, as the inventor, should have foreseen.
Juryokine: Chapter Four
"if you want to be an inventor, you have to know how to make money off of what you make. otherwise, it's all for nothing." "it is _not_ all for nothing!" toke argued, on the verge of shouting.
Juryokine: Chapter Three
Boam slapped him on the back hard enough to make the young inventor stagger. "good to hear it. see you at dinner!" without another word, he left in the direction of his dorm.
Juryokine: Chapter Thirty Three
"you're the inventor, aren't you? you tell me." toke stopped for a moment to look at the green pipe. at a passing glance, it only seemed to be glowing, but a closer look revealed a current in the unnatural light.
Juryokine: Chapter Thirty One
"i was hoping you'd see reason," the old inventor said, standing up. he rubbed the soreness out of his wrists, and then fished a key out of an inner pocket of his robe. "very, very disappointed."
Juryokine: Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty Toke clenched his fists so hard he was almost afraid he'd crush his battery, but that was the only way to make them stop trembling as he made his way up the stairs to the Capitol's door. The same carvings he'd seen a month ago were...
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Eight Toke clenched his eyes shut as the wind struck his face. After a few seconds, he wriggled his arm free of Zashiel's grip and flipped his hood up. When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't hold in his gasp. "Whoa," he...
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Seven
Just like during inventor's class. just like when he'd spied on the politicians. toke lashed out with his powers, faster than he ever had before, and grabbed the circular weapon.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Five
That is the goal for artists, for authors, and, most of all, for inventors. for we do not simply put paint on a canvas, or write words on a page. we create objects that can be used for more than mere entertainment.
Juryokine: Chapter Twenty Four
Now the permissor's son is dead, which definitely won't make things easier for our young inventor. and who was it that found him lying in the street?