Curveball Issue 36: The Titan’s Shadow

Part Six: Crossfire Safehouse

It’s cold and the sky is overcast, blocking out the stars and turning the moon into a blurred, hazy blotch of light in the sky. So hazy, CB notes, that he can’t even tell what phase it is. It was a detail he’d completely overlooked earlier, when he was focused on kidnapping a United States Senator. He suspects he’ll be too busy to think about it later, when he assaults the fortress of an organization of evil wizards. He has time to think about it now, so he does.

He leans against the handrail of an old, rickety fire escape set outside the safehouse’s second-floor bedroom window. He pulls out a wadded up pack of cigarettes—he forces himself to use his right arm, still tender but finally on the mend—and shakes the last two out. He lights one, takes a long drag, and watches the smoke as it rises into the cold night air.

Cold. Strange. He didn’t think it had been that long, but it’s hard to keep track of the passage of time when you’re doing everything on the sly. All the time they spent in his bunker in Farraday City before assaulting the base under the warehouse. All the time they spent on Thorpe’s floating island. Apparently it had been months rather than weeks. Not many months, but enough to have added up to… what? Four, five? Five months since Alex’s murder. Not a lot of time, in the grand scheme of things… but long enough to skip summer in New York City.

Cold. And dark. Hazy moonlight aside, the only light comes from a few windows and two streetlights that aren’t broken. One, at the end of the block, shines down on an intersection that leads to more populated parts of the city. One, about halfway down the street, is in the process of sputtering out.

The window behind him rattles. He turns just in time to see it open. Jenny sticks her head out and grins.

“Room for one more?”

CB waves her over. Jenny grunts as she awkwardly steps through the windowsill, then curses quietly as the fire escape shakes slightly from the added weight. He grins, glances over to her as she settles in on the rail beside him.

“What, no armor? I thought you’d never get out of that thing, once you put it on.”

Jenny grins. “Well, I had to use the bathroom, and I’m not quite ready for the built-in catheters just yet.”

CB stares at her. “You’re… joking?”

Her grin widens. “Nope. I always wonder how the Gladiator armor handled it. Now I know and wish I didn’t.”

CB winces.

“I’m going to wait till we move out before I put it on again, and make sure I take care of business beforehand.”

“Good plan,” CB says.

“You OK?” Jenny sounds nervous as she asks the question.

CB shrugs, takes another drag, and waves his hand dismissively. “Arm still hurts. I’ll be able to use it. I’m no Red Shift or Vigilante—well, nobody’s like Vigilante when it comes to healing—but I do OK, and I’m used to working hurt.”

“I guess everyone learns to do that, eventually,” Jenny says.

“Comes with the job,” CB agrees. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” She sounds defensive, and CB raises an eyebrow.

“Nervous,” Jenny adds reluctantly. “I mean, we’re going up against magic this time, right? And my uncle’s life is on the line, and I know it’s not exactly fair, but that makes this seem more important.”

“I get it,” CB says. “I don’t even like the guy, and I think the stakes are higher, too.”

“So why aren’t we off storming the castle, then?” Jenny asks. “I’ve never really had an opportunity to be proud of my uncle before. Not in recent memory. I’d kind of like the opportunity to tell him I am to his face, at least once.”

She does a real good job keeping her voice light, but he can tell it’s an act. There’s real anguish there, and worry, and he can’t blame her for that.

“We’re waiting for Agent Grant to get back,” CB says. “He’s telling his boss what’s about to happen. And… Sky Commando, I guess? Hopefully they’ll be able to keep the local LEOs from doing something stupid to make things worse.”

“You mean to go into the building to arrest us?” Jenny asks.

“Yeah,” CB says. “Something like that. This is going to get pretty messy, it’d be good to have a few allies on out the outside, doing what they can.”

He takes a last pull from his cigarette, then flicks it out over the rail. He watches the burning tip spiral as it arcs over the street, landing on the pothole-ridden street, bouncing once on the asphalt, a second time against the curb, and finally coming to a halt right next to a sewer grate. It still burns, fading slowly, the only point of light in that part of the street.

CB shivers, overcome with the sudden feeling that they’re being watched. Jenny’s aware of it, too—he can feel her tense beside him. And then, in a low voice, she says “the end of the street.”

CB looks up. There, at the intersection where the working streetlight sits, are two silhouettes. One is short and thin, one tall and fat. Both appear to be wearing hats.

Bowler hats.

“What’s with Laurel and Hardy?” Jenny asks, a dangerous edge in her voice.

“Good question,” CB says. He puts his last cigarette to his lips, lighting it with deliberate casualness. “I haven’t quite figured that out.”

“Enemies?” Jenny asks.

“Eventually,” CB says.

“You know who they are,” Jenny says.

CB nods.


CB starts to answer, and feels the words catch in his throat. He frowns.

“Complicated,” is all he can manage. “Uh, do me a favor. Tell Bernard. Tell him this falls into his range of expertise.”

“Should I tell anyone else?” Jenny asks.

“Sure,” CB says, “but make sure you tell him first.”

Jenny frowns, but turns back to the window. It takes her much less time to get through than it did before.

“OK,” CB mutters. “Let’s see how much this is going to hurt.”

He uses his sore arm as he vaults over the rail, stopping his fall as he dangles over the edge. It hurts like hell, but he can use it at full strength. That’s good. He lets go, dropping two stories. He stands, dusting off his trenchcoat, and walks slowly to the figures illuminated in the streetlight.

They don’t move. They just stand there, waiting patiently as CB draws near. For his part, he refuses to run, even though the distance between them seems to increase the more he walks.

Eventually he is close enough to recognize them: the short, thin, sharp-faced man and his huge, expressionless companion. The large man appears utterly uninterested in his surroundings, as always. The smaller man, however, grins broadly as CB nears. His eyes—glittering, hawkish eyes—lock onto CB’s every movement.

CB stops just beyond the reach of the streetlight. He pulls on his cigarette, making the cherry shine bright in the darkness. “You fellas are a long way from Georgia.”

The smaller man’s razor-sharp grin widens, and he doffs his hat, bowing low. “We are indeed, Oh Cat Who Observes Himself. We are strangers, wandering alone in this pale copy of paradise. But I find, to my eternal joy, that it seems we are alone no longer.”

“Business?” CB pushes his hands deep into his trenchcoat pockets, trying to look unconcerned. “Pleasure?”

The small man, still bowing, looks up, spreading his arms wide in a theatrical fashion. “We take great pleasure in our business. It is our calling, after all. We spoke on that, as I recall, during our very first meeting.”

“Right…” He pulls the empty, crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, tossing it carelessly into the street. “Control versus self-determination.”

The small man’s grin widens even further, contorting his face into a mass of jagged angles. He straightens, places his bowler hat on his head, then touches its brim with two fingers by way of salute. “Exactly the one! The struggle behind every struggle; the struggle that begins at life’s first gasp, and ends only in its final ragged breath.”

“The great struggle between good and evil,” CB says, “interrupted by the great struggle between everyone wanting to do things their way, which is a way incompatible with everyone else wanting to do things their way.”

The small man laughs, sharp and cutting, full of appreciation and devoid of any actual mirth. “You gloss, of course,” he chides, wagging his finger, “but you still hit upon the truth of it. A battle not just for what should be, but how it will be achieved. Politics and religion. You will recall, we spoke on that as well.”

“I remember,” CB says.“The guys we’re up against are a different… er… denomination, I guess. Right? They want what you want, in broad strokes at least, but they want to do things the wrong way. So you’re against them.”

The small man’s jagged grin fades into an apologetic smile. “Normally, yes… but I’m afraid we’re feeling rather more ecumenical today.”

CB has just enough time to frown before something hits him hard and he flies into a cinderblock wall. Before he even has time to bounce off the wall the large man is there, his thick, meaty hand wrapped like a vise around CB’s throat. The large man stares up at him—the first time, he thinks, that they’ve ever made eye contact—but there is no interest or reaction of any kind on his face. He looks distracted, if anything. As if he were merely going through the motions while thinking about something else.

CB grabs the large man’s arm, trying to pull the hand away from his throat. It doesn’t budge. It’s like trying to move a statue.

“I would have been content to reserve your inevitable end for another time,” the small man says. “It would have been more climactic, I think. But my partner is far older and wiser than I…”

He gestures to the large man, beaming with admiration.

“And he pointed out, quite correctly, that due to a sudden change in priorities, the reasons for our previous alliance were no longer valid.”

CB kicks out at the larger man’s stomach. His foot connects, sinks into soft flesh, but the larger man is unmoved.

“This celestial dance has, it appears, become more complicated.” The small man adjusts his bowler hat ever so slightly, tilting it just so. “While you and I find your enemy mutually abhorrent—for different reasons—it appears he has introduced a new, rather remarkable tool that is… how to best say it? Agnostic to process.”

CB tries to say something, but all he can do is choke. The pressure on his neck is immense. He can’t breathe. The corners of his vision darken, and the world around him begins to spin. All that time the large man keeps him pinned against the wall, face devoid of all feeling.

“A tool that they have offered to us. And it seems, oh Cat, that we want that tool more than we want a proper denouement with you.”

With what little strength CB has left, he hooks one leg around the large man’s arm and pushes with the other, the sole of his boot pressing against the large man’s face with everything he can muster. Nothing—the man doesn’t grunt, doesn’t stagger back, doesn’t so much as twitch. His strength, it seems, is limitless. CB’s is fading fast.

“There were some logistical issues to work around, of course,” the small man says, shrugging dismissively. “First, we needed to find you. You are not easy to locate, even in our own city, but my colleague found a way.”

The small man gestures again to his partner, who makes no sign of hearing or acknowledging his words.

“I won’t bore you with the details. They would mean little, though perhaps you would have been better served in life if you’d known what a threshold was.”

He tsks to himself and shakes his head. “The point, oh Cat, is that we found you. Which leads directly to our second logistical challenge… we had declared our neutrality.”

CB tries to push again against the large man’s face, but he can’t keep his strength up. He needs to breathe. He can’t breathe. How do you fight when you just can’t breathe?

“Words,” the small man says, adopting the tone of a professor lecturing his class, “carry power. They mean things. So if we agree, with our words, to be neutral in the affairs of our enemy, that is our constraint. We cannot move for or against them. We must maintain the center. Which might lead you to suspect that this action, here, might be a violation of those words, and you would be right—they would be, in most circumstances. But once again, my esteemed colleague proves he is far wiser than I.”

In the blink of an eye the small man is by their side, peering up at CB’s limply struggling form. “We helped you, you see. True, it didn’t quite go as planned, but the intent was aid you against a mutual enemy. But now the landscape has changed, and our previous assistance on your behalf has… unbalanced things, somewhat. Of course, our reasons were sound, then. No one would have questioned our right to do it, then. But now… well. Now we find the world has shifted around us, and we have, inadvertently incurred some debt.”

The razor-sharp grin returns to the small man’s face.

“And we, oh Cat, take our debts very seriously.”

CB finally goes limp, his arms and legs dangling uselessly by his side. The darkness is almost complete. It’s getting harder to hear, or think. Where is Bernard? Jenny must have had enough time to contact him by now. There must have been enough time to—

“Do not wait for your friends to save you,” the small man says, voice almost gentle, almost kind. “They would, if they could. I am certain of that. Which is why we took such great pains to ensure that they will not.”

CB summons the last of his strength to try to spit on the small man. He fails, miserably, managing only to dribble saliva down his lip, onto the large man’s wrist. The small man smiles knowingly, and says… something. CB can’t understand his words. It’s all garbled, as if he were speaking underwater. The world dims further, and now he can’t even see the small man, just vague shapes, dark patterns on top of other dark patterns. He goes completely limp, and knows that, when he finally passes out, he will never wake up again.

With a final shudder, all struggles cease.

The world falls silent.

The large man continues to hold the motionless form of CB against the cinderblock wall, impassive, unrelenting. The small man looks on, nods once, then turns away, stepping into the light.

He hesitates before he takes his second step, then whirls, gazing down the length of the street, frowning.

“Is there—?” he begins to ask, but his words are cut off.

The world is surrounded by a great and mighty roar.

The world is surrounded a blinding light.

The world is surrounded by an impossible darkness.

Something rushes down the street, from the safehouse to the streetlight, a power that cracks asphalt and concrete in its wake. That something crashes into the large man, and CB, mostly blind though he is, has the satisfaction of seeing him widen his eyes in disbelief before it tears him away from his victim, throwing him into the small man, who barely has time to squawk before his partner knocks them both into the middle of the intersection. CB collapses to the ground and slumps over, clawing at his neck, trying to remember to breathe.

Moments later, David Bernard steps out of a crack in the world, surrounded by a nimbus of white light and purple-black flame. He places himself between CB and the two men.

“No.” It is the only word David speaks. As he says it, the shadow of a predator bird settles on his left shoulder.

CB gags, lungs burning.

David takes a step closer to the men. The large one is sitting up, blinking slowly, a look of confusion on his face. The small one jumps to his feet, picks his bowler hat off the ground, and cocks his head at David, regarding him with interest.

“Another new thing,” the small man muses.

David doesn’t reply. He extends his arms, and the nimbus of light and dark fire spreads out from his hands, encircling the two men completely.

The large man gets to his feet, turning slowly as he takes in the ring of fire. Somewhere in the back of CB’s oxygen-deprived mind he thinks it’s the most he’s ever seen the strange man move.

The small man appears not to notice the fire at all. He stares at David intently… curiously. Almost eagerly. Finally he grins, eyes sparkling, and doffs his hat.

“A good opening. A fine opening. Well played, oh yes! Well played!”

A look of uncertainty briefly crosses over David’s face, but he sets his jaw.

“A trifle undisciplined,” the small man continues, “though that is only to expected, when one is so young. Indeed, you show far more control than I would expect.”

The large man falls into place behind his partner, his expression once again distant and uninterested. The small man’s expression grows somehow even more gleeful, his eyes wild with excitement.

“If this were to be a proper battle,” the small man says, “I think you would find us more than a match. It would be a fine exchange, I believe, at least for a while… but you are so young. And we are so very, very old…”

He snaps his fingers, and when he does the flames of white and purple-black sputter out. David gasps as if struck.

“But.” The small man raises a finger. “However. Our debt is for that one only.” The finger points past David, centering on CB, whose gasping is starting to even out as his lungs remember how they work. “Engaging you would surely violate our terms, and we cannot have that. So, I say again. Well played!”

The small man applauds, beaming. He removes his hat, bows low once more, and the streetlight above them explodes. Somewhere between the sudden surge of light and the seconds it takes for their eyes to adjust to the new darkness, the small man and his companion are gone, leaving David and CB alone on the street.

David immediately turns and crouches in front of CB. “Are you all right?”

CB has stopped gagging and has graduated to long, raspy breaths. He nods, waving David away in order to get a little more room. David steps back.

“Took you… long enough.” CB’s voice sounds like dry paper being torn into strips.

“Sorry,” David says. “Right after Jenny told me they were here, they did something… strange. With time, I think. I don’t understand it.”

CB nods again. He tries to struggle to his feet, and settles for getting to his knees.

“Who are they?” David asks.

“Bad guys,” CB says.

“Yeah, OK.” David looks abashed. “You shouldn’t be talking right now, so I should shut up more.”

CB shakes his head, clears his throat a few times, and his next attempt at speech is a little steadier. “It’s a fair question. I just don’t think I can tell you much.”

David looks back over at the spot where the two had disappeared. “Right. Magic.”

“Right,” CB says. “Magic. I’ll probably be able to tell you eventually. It’ll just take a little time…”

“Well,” David says, extending his hand, “we need to get you inside so you can rest.”

“Nope.” CB takes David’s hand and gets to his feet, wobbling slightly. “We need to get this thing started. Right now.”

“Are you kidding me?” David shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re ready to—”

“I’ll be ready,” CB says. “A walk will do me good. But you know how you were saying they wouldn’t be able to use your block to trace us, because they wouldn’t really know what it was? Well, I’m pretty sure they know what those assholes were. And I’m guessing they just made a pretty big boom.”

David frowns thoughtfully. “You’re right about that.”

“Then we need to go,” CB says. “I want to bring the fight to them before they have a chance to figure out where we are. We’ve still got a Senator back there, and there’s no point trying to save him from black magic if they figure out where he is so they can just up and shoot him.”

“Right,” David says. “When you put it that way, the suicide frontal assault makes a lot more sense.”

CB laughs, leaning on David as they make their way back to the safehouse. “Don’t be so negative. I have a really good track record with bad ideas.”

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cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:12 PM

At last! Muchas gracias. Read the whole thing, mind is thoroughly blown.

You may wish to fix the typo at paragraph 6, first line. The “f” is missing from Red Shift’s name.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:15 PM

Oops: that’s part two, paragraph 6, line 1.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:26 PM

Typo immune to spell check, part 6, paragraph 91, sentence 3. Did you mean, “The small one jumps to his feet” rather than “his feat”?

C. B. Wright 22 May 2021 at 3:33 PM

Oh ouch, that missing f is *terrible*. 🙂

Fixed that, and feat/feet. Thanks for finding them.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 8:01 PM

Re-reading part two, section where the scene shifts to Jenny: second paragraph refers to Liberty as Toby’s grandfather, third paragraph refers to Liberty as “his great-grandfather.” In context, the intent of the second reference could have been “his grandfather” again or “her (Jenny’s) great-grandfather”.

C. B. Wright 22 May 2021 at 8:12 PM

Another good catch. Liberty is Toby’s grandfather and Jenny’s great-grandfather. I’ve cleaned that up.

minrich 23 May 2021 at 7:49 PM

Great to have you back in the harness – so to speak.
Minor typo: Part Two, Para 5: a ‘d’ is missing in: one arm hangs limply by his sie as the empty sleeve…

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 1:24 AM

Thanks minrich, should be fixed now.

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:28 AM

eternal joy, thatit seems we are alone no longer.”
eternal joy, that it seems we are alone no longer.”

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:31 AM

“Well, look, your Liberty’s great-granddaughter”
“Well, look, you’re Liberty’s great-granddaughter”

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 9:44 AM

Thanks Bjarne. Fixed.

That spacing issue (“thatit”) is weird because it doesn’t show up in the original manuscript.

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:56 AM

faint gold spark appears toRed Shift’s right.
faint gold spark appears to Red Shift’s right.

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 1:31 PM

Annnnnnd… fixed. Thanks!

cuatroojos 24 May 2021 at 10:46 PM

Part two, second section (Jenny), second paragraph, last sentence, linguistic quibble: “At the moment he’s laying down” should be “At the moment he’s lying down”. It may be said that in the previous episode when David moved Toby after casting his protective spell, he laid Toby down, but now Toby is lying down. For edification and amusement, you may wish to go to, enter the word “lay” in the definition blank and hit enter, then scroll down to the “Lay vs. Lie” video and enjoy.

C. B. Wright 25 May 2021 at 11:07 AM

That’s fixed. I don’t know why I mixed those up. But viewing grammar videos on the web is _never_ enjoyable. 😉

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 3:15 AM

Part 9, paragraph beginning “He can see the Chairman”, last sentence: Richter is misspelled “Reichter”. Possibly Freudian slip?

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 5:03 AM

Part 10, first paragraph, second sentence, first word should not contain the apostrophe. (Autocorrect does that to me sometimes, substituting the contraction for the possessive pronoun. Bad autocorrect!)

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 5:28 AM

Part 22:
– second paragraph, first sentence speaks of “dimly lit florescent lights” but I think you meant “fluorescent” since the dictionary says “florescent” means “flourishing”.
– fourth paragraph from the end, beginning “There is a low hum”, another “it’s” that should be “its”.

C. B. Wright 26 May 2021 at 10:49 PM

OK, got these too!

minrich 29 May 2021 at 3:23 PM

I just finished reading an excellent and enthralling tale (obviously shaving your head did nothing to kerb your style – I was worried a la Samson and Delilah that you might lose your talent).
Anyhow, the following typos, misspelling(s), and possible misunderstandings, by me, of your choice of words/phrases to this left-pondian, who only lived in the US for 21 years, triggered my antenna – but the story demanded that I keep reading. This resulted in a quick copy and paste (without commentary) and then a quick insert of the Part Number (so that you have a vague clue where to look).

Part Seven: Haruspex Analytics, Jason Klein’s Suite

He wouldn’t be the first to abandon a good team in favor of a promising promotion. To become “a suit,” as Billy would to say.

Part Eight: New York City, Downtown

David grins in spite of himself. “Because it’s better ‘Doctor Weird, Warlock Supreme.’”

Part Fourteen: Haruspex Analytics

Shewatches, calm and remote, and waits.

She at Justin. Without hesitation, he bolts toward the still glowing tear.

Part Eighteen: Haruspex Analytics, Ground Floor Lobby

The torso comes together in a rough outline, and in a matter of seconds he can the pieces of rock fuse together as the golem begins to reform.

Blue light flares up again, but it’s different this time. It flickers erratically, like a fluorescent light just before it does.

Part Nineteen: Haruspex Analytics, Upper Floors

Street Ronin crouches on the landing tile, his rifle trained on the closed door

Part Twenty Two: Manhattan, Alpha Checkpoint MCV

“That’s right,” the Senator’s image says. “Remember when I said the first virus—the that didn’t kill

It’s bad, Captain. Bad in way that, historically, cuts across old boundaries. . . . .. We’re talking genetic plague, Captian.”

Part Twenty Seven: Metamorphosis

As the wind rises, so dow the sound, the thummm growing louder, and behind it a second sound.

Part Twenty Nine: Downtown Manhattan

Para 2: It can’t move beyond this spot because the buildings surrounding it are too fall.

Alishia flies closer to the golem, keying up a volley of anti-vehicle missles

Part Thirty One: Ingress

No games, Sky Commando. We have a way to take out thegolem.

Part Thirty Three: Haruspex Analytics Golem, The Labyrinth

he knocks a new hole in the side dof the building and jumps.

Part Thirty Four: Aftermath

David starts looking through the crowd. “Now we round everyone up and go back to the Nautillus.


C. B. Wright 1 June 2021 at 12:10 AM

Thanks minrich, these are all now fixed!

minrich 2 June 2021 at 9:55 PM

Back again. Just checked the amendment that you made re. Part Nineteen (which is the deja vu all over again and again) and “on the landing tile” appears at least 5 more times – thanks be to Ctrl-F.

C. B. Wright 2 June 2021 at 10:29 PM

Can you be more specific? There are multiple times I use that phrase, but the ones I see are deliberate.

minrich 3 June 2021 at 6:22 AM

Sorry, my misunderstanding, my septuagenarian vocabulary didn’t extend to ‘landing tile’ as a thing, but showed me the error of my ways – since multiple peoples being advertizing them are.

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 4:22 PM

part ten

not fighting against the other awareness, but fusing to cede what remains of his own identity.

refusing to cede?

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 4:52 PM

part seventeen

She twists his arm, and the he cries out in pain as the carbine clatters to the floor.

then he tries?

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 5:34 PM

part 24 “Where are these thingscoming from?” Jenny keeps

not sure if missing a space?

C. B. Wright 7 June 2021 at 8:27 AM

All fixed now!

Gauvain 10 June 2021 at 10:23 AM

And now to see where Regiment was during all this kerfuffle…
Thanks for coming back!

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:26 AM

Part 22, paragraph 43: “Sky Commander” should probably be “Sky Commando” unless the point is that Captain Banks (understandably) is so badly shaken he isn’t even using Sgt. Webb’s proper title. He gets it right two paragraphs later.

Part 22, paragraphs 39 and 41: not sure about this. 39 refers to “the worst of the group” as a tossup between Crossfire and Overmind. In 41, Sky Commando tells Captain Banks that Haruspex is “much worse than either of those groups could hope to be”, where “either of those groups” seems to be a reference back to Crossfire and Overmind. Am I misreading this, or is she calling Overmind a group?

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:47 AM

One of those typos that spellcheck will never catch: Part 26, paragraph 1, last sentence: “standing father back”: s/father/farther.

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:56 AM

Part 27, paragraph 15, sentence 4: the word “shifts” is missing an “f”.

C. B. Wright 11 June 2021 at 1:10 AM

Thanks for catching those. They should be fixed now!

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 1:20 AM

Part 29:
Paragraph 33:
– sentence 5: need a space here: durabilityconverging. “durability” is in italics in the actual text.
– next to last sentence: “it’s attention” should be “its attention”.
Paragraph 44, next to last sentence: “one a little to low” “to” needs another “o”.
Paragraph 48, last sentence: “She adjusts her position, putting as much of the base of her cable between herself and the ones closing in.” “as much” seems to want another “as” but I’m not sure exactly what you want here.

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 1:30 AM

Part 30:
Paragraph 11, first sentence, after the second dash: “is throws it”: s/is/it
Paragraph 31: last sentence: “keeping out of site” out of “sight”?

Christopher Kribs 12 June 2021 at 7:03 PM

Beautiful, beautiful work. Thank you so much for sharing.

Partway through Part Seventeen there appears to be some paragraph-level cleanup needed at the point where the Chairman nearly comes in to check on Artemis, but then changes his mind. Two versions of the same passage? –>

“Our guest…” Suddenly the Chairman sounds weary. He sighs. “The resources we will need to expend to keep him in check will be… prohibitive. I fear we will be forced to leave him behind.” Phyllis is surprised by the amount of regret in the Chairman’s voice. Who is he talking about?

“I should, at least, say farewell…”

Footsteps close in on the door, and when the door handle begins to turn her heart nearly stops. But it stops, then returns to its original position as the hand on the other side lets go.

“No,” the Chairman says. “We don’t have the time. It galls me to leave him behind

Ah. Yes.” The Chairman hmmms thoughtfully. “I fear we won’t be able to take him with us. The resources we’d need to expend to keep him in check are best used on other things. Come, the door is here.”

The group comes to a stop, and for a terror-filled moment Phyllis is convinced they’ve stopped in front of her door. Seconds pass, then something clicks on the other side of the hall, and the footsteps move off carpet, onto stone. The door clicks a second time as it swings shut. The hallway is silent once again.

C. B. Wright 12 June 2021 at 10:09 PM

@cuatroojos: thanks for the extra updates. They’re all fixed. Sidenote: the issue with the two words being crammed together without a space between them is an oddity because it never shows up in my original text — it’s a result of dumping the text into WordPress. So far I haven’t figured out what it is that’s making WordPress remove the spaces. I assume it isn’t random, though it looks that way to me.

@Christopher Krebs: aaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaa fixed now. 😀

Christopher Kribs 13 June 2021 at 11:59 AM

You’ve done a terrific job keeping so many different narrative strands going without getting all tangled. Bravo.

Part Twenty-Eight, paragraph 4, another sentence-level blip: “He grimaces, thrusting his right hand left arm and his side.”

C. B. Wright 13 June 2021 at 9:49 PM

That’s fixed now as well.

cuatroojos 13 June 2021 at 11:28 PM

Part 17, third-to-last paragraph, last sentence: “careless” needs to be in its adverbial form, “carelessly”.

C. B. Wright 13 June 2021 at 11:55 PM


cuatroojos 14 June 2021 at 12:25 AM

Part 6:
– Paragraph 73 begins “Int he”; “In the”?
– Paragraph 93, beginning “David doesn’t reply”: in the second sentence, “exends” looks like it wants to be “extends”.
– Paragraph 11, first sentence, “more than match”, maybe “more than a match”?

C. B. Wright 14 June 2021 at 12:50 AM

OK, those are fixed now too.

cuatroojos 14 June 2021 at 8:59 AM

Part 22, paragraph 41, last word: s/Captian/Captain

C. B. Wright 14 June 2021 at 9:27 AM

It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh. 🙂

Fixed now.

cuatroojos 18 June 2021 at 12:27 AM

> It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh.
If your fingers are anything like mine, they don’t *care* how many times you have spelled a given word correctly. And I echo your Sigh.

Mycroft W 18 June 2021 at 12:00 PM

C.B., Thanks so much for this! Amazing!

It’s been so long since 35 (and 35 made no sense to me at the time!), that I just bit the bullet and reread from the beginning, and then crashed straight through 36. Wow. Really well done – I can see where the breaks would be for 36a, b, and c if you could break from “year 3”, but boy does it work as a whole.

I actually thought it would be the complete wrapup, since it took that long to “pull in all the loose ends and stories”. But no – it’s just the cliffhanger to Year 4, “on the clock” as it were. Can’t complain about that!

Since I did do a compleat runthrough (spelling intended), I then did it again, trying to pay attention to blips and continuity issues. I have a bunch of notes (some on 36 might already be noted here), plus a Liberty Family Tree – what’s the best way to get them to you, should you want them? I could post it here or the forums, but it is the size of one of your smaller chapters; plus some of the questions are “I could very easily be wrong here, having not understood context”, so, not sure you want those ideas that public.

Note: the email registered with my account is live and commonly read, if you don’t want to put anything out in the open yourself!

Also note: there were threads running through the story that I only saw on the “editing runthrough” – and I’ve read (what was, at the time) the whole story, I think 5 times now. Love the world and character-building that has clearly always been there, but I haven’t noticed happening in serial form.

C. B. Wright 18 June 2021 at 12:24 PM

I would love to see those notes! You can send them to


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Mycroft W 19 June 2021 at 10:45 PM

sent (in case I sent it to the wrong address). Wow, again!

stillwaters 30 July 2021 at 2:18 PM

Wow what a trip!

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