Moodboard composed of five pictures marginally overlayed, on white background. In the middle is an abstract painting in white and tones of blue, with black, expressive lines in the middle, resembling a swirl, maybe a tornado seen from the side. Upper left corner—yellow aurora on a blue sky over a lake. Lower left corner—a figure of a man from waist up to his neck; his hands are level with his chest, like he’s signing. Upper right corner—a swirl of dust in the desert with mountains in the distance. Lower right corner—a black and white picture of a man with his face mostly turned down and away from the viewer; his har is in a bun and he’s touching it with his left hand.
Moodboard composed of a picture of old sheets of paper with handwritten notes, overlayed by a swirl of bright green energy, on black background. On the left side, partially covered by the swirl, is half of a face of a young white woman. In the lower right corner shadow-cut figures of a woman and a man are facing each other. Are they arguing?
Moodboard on black background, composed of a portrait of a smiling man on the right side—his face is shadowed and partially obscured by a flame. On the left side three small pictures: Molten metal in a couldron. Dry surface of a desert. Shadow-cut figures of a woman and a man with their backs to each other.
Moodboard composed of several interlaced pictures in dark green, gray and violet shades, on black background: Meandering river. Face of a black woman, her eyes intense. Blurry green shrubs and a swarm of insects overlaying the face. In the lower left corner a small picture of a crowd of people in brown and golden colors. In lower right corner a small picture of meandering river seen from bird’s view, its waters golden against dark terrain.
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Specters
In the world where people can control Elements of Nature, three friends meet a stranger. Her request—no, demand—will take them to the brink of destruction of their entire world.
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![T.Lane 🤦♀️ is writing [The Triad short stories]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/avatar/plain/did:plc:7o3bl2bkgbg3rri3o2ryuyry/bafkreifw2cniy33xbvw4d4yupyeim7sr3g7whket3f5mr3x7cklx4dkuta)
![The Specters - Chapter #10 [fragment]
“You know what?” Emma turned to Neve, to face her skepticism with a very rational and quietly spoken argument. “You guys keep treating me like I’m an idiot, sometimes. But I’m not. I’m just, I don’t know--” She hesitated. Her anger had dissipated. She solved a problem and was feeling satisfaction now. That was probably not how people usually acted. “I have different reactions to things,” she said. “Not ones you would expect. That’s all. Like. You think I’m upset about the Extremists, right?”
“Actually--”
“Or Nersan lying to me?”
“Arguing with Nersan, yeah. I thought this might have disrupted your balance. That's not it?”
“Only partially. Because I couldn’t count on him with all those other things. Like, Anaher being a plain old jerk toward me.”
“Anaher was concerned about Troy, he wasn’t--”
“He was pissed at me for researching my father’s past. Well, okay, not for that, but for keeping it from him. And I get it, maybe I could have trusted him, I don’t know. But could I?” And just like that, anxiety was back. Yeah. It was about that; Neve was not entirely wrong. “I don’t know, I just don’t know, okay? He was far more butthurt, I think, than this whole thing deserved, and he only started to really talk to me, when he needed something from me. And he never apologized, he just-- He was like, ‘hey, Emma, could you help me with Troy?’ And you know what? I helped him.”
Emma stopped, feeling that the whole energy that fueled her before, left with those words. She was only sad and hurt now.
“It’s still eating at you?”
“I guess,” she admitted in a small voice, close to tears. “I need him.”
“I know.” Never reached out, but didn’t touch her. “Can I give you a hug?” she asked instead and Emma found herself needing that nearness, the warmth of another person.
Neve’s blue-black braids smelled nice.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:7o3bl2bkgbg3rri3o2ryuyry/bafkreiabvdopqzvirhli2noglxayqbby45mrg44vcjnbtgmn4yw7sqdibm)
![[Papà] is such a stick in the mud whenever I try to find myself a new mother. He’ll tell me again about how swans mate for life, and his mate is dead, and he will mourn her FOREVER. I looked it up once and showed him from one of his own books that swans will, in fact, find new mates if their first one dies, but he insisted he’s not That Type of Swan.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ulvxjtcpmzrbnoufwa3eh5ti/bafkreifmgg4zvjiakd2oavuoxkusoncchbh2oirxaq27pxzqvre5bwoacm)