Curveball

Superheroes are real. Someone wants to kill them all.

Liberty, America's first and most famous superhero, has been murdered. As most of the nation mourns, a few wonder if there's more to the story than people are being told. Heroes and villains come together to learn the truth behind the crime, and uncover a conspiracy much larger -- and more deadly -- than they expected.

What is Project Recall?

Start from the beginning

A Rake by Starlight

Politics is dirty. Piracy is just a little smudged.

Grif Vindh, Captain of the Fool's Errand, has a problem: he just stumbled across the single most dangerous thing in his part of the galaxy. It isn't a thing he would have looked for, if he'd known about it, but since he has it he figures he might as well try to sell it.

The problem is, it's not the kind of thing you can sell without taking a side... and taking sides makes you a walking target for all the other sides you didn't take.

Start from the beginning.

Pay Me, Bug!

Never bet against your Captain.

Grif Vindh, Captain of the Fool's Errand, just pulled off the job of a lifetime... but with great success comes unwanted attention. The government he stole from wants to find out how, and they've sent one of their best to track him down. A second government wants him to do it again, and they're willing to blackmail him to do it.

Start from the beginning.

A Rake by Starlight - Chapter 19

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WHEREIN Our Hero Embraces the Nobility of Retreat

“He wanted to offer you a job?”

Grif lay on one of the couches in the Wardroom, face covered by a damp cloth, a half-empty bottle in one hand, a half-filled glass in the other. Amys, Morgan, and Cyrus sat in chairs pulled up close, each staring at him in astonishment. Ktk stood nearby, fidgeting.

Grif reached up with the hand holding the bottle and pulled back a corner of the cloth, exposing one eye. He focused on Amys.

“No,” he said, voice muffled slightly under the cloth. “He wanted to offer me employment. That’s very different.”

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 07

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A Few Days Later

January in Fullerton Heights is usually a fierce month, and this January is no exception. It started snowing the last week of December, really let loose early in the month, and every few days it snows just enough to undo all the work everyone did the days before to clear it. Today’s snowstorm hit early, so it got dark early. It’s even darker now.

Heat blows fiercely out of floor vents, but the house is still cold. It always feels cold these days. Elijah knows it has nothing to do with the weather.

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 06

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Fullerton Heights Precinct

Detective Harold Morris eases back in his uncomfortable wooden chair and squints at the computer screen. he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t need bifocals. The argument is not going well.

“Need help there, partner?” The man sitting across the table has shaggy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a perpetual teasing smirk that never quite coaxes itself into a grin.

Morris scowls. “I’m just trying to read the incident report. Not my fault they make the text so damn small.”

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 05

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January

He wakes up in their bed—still on his side, as always—and for a moment, as always, he is the way he was before. He stretches, mutters to himself about the alarm not going off, and begins to turn toward her, only to realize an instant too late that the bed is empty. For him, that is the cruelest moment of the day: the moment when he realizes, once again, that Sarah isn't there.

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 04

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Post-Interview

“He didn't do it.” Harold Morris puts his spiral notebook down on his desk and looks out the window, watching Pastor Marks get into his car and drive off.

“Agree.” George Ellers drinks cold coffee out of a ceramic mug with WORLD'S WORST DAD stamped on it. He's divorced, but he gets along with his ex: apparently it was a joke gift. Ellers thinks it's hilarious. “I'd like to know why you think so, though.”

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