Sunday, June 5
The Children of Leviathan - Part 3b: Fort M’kimbe
“You see this?” Ilmarė growled, pointing at the wide bite marks on her wrist. “NOT DEAD.”
She began to pace. “When you drink Blue Sleep, it lowers your breathing and heart rate. The subject falls into a catatonic slumber so deep that he appears dead. And don’t even get me started on the dreams. If you had anyone even slightly competent at this fort, maybe someone would have noticed that Caskill wasn’t dead. Or that he held a vial of this poison in one of his hands. Or that he was a six-foot tall freak with fangs who has no business being around civilized people.”
“Hey!” said Calactyte from behind. Vlad put one hand out to silence him. [MORE]
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