I turn back to the Archers, who don’t look like the same species as us. Do they even sweat, these people?
There are storm clouds before the storm, there are the living before the dead. I need a figurehead, a banner bearer who will announce my arrival to the world.
No–one believes they’re a hero. But that doesn’t mean they’re not heroic - Captain Spectre.
So you’re a reader,” My mom sighs, as if somehow this elevates Isabel to yet another realm of perfection.
