The Ideatrod
By Eric Kao and Nicolin Odel “THIS is the measure of a true man.” Tavin quietly slid along the branch overhanging the meeting. The leaves rustled and Tavin squeezed his…
By Eric Kao and Nicolin Odel “THIS is the measure of a true man.” Tavin quietly slid along the branch overhanging the meeting. The leaves rustled and Tavin squeezed his…
By Eric Kao Fly adjusted his cloak—freshly pressed last night—and smoothed his hair—freshly oiled this morning—back for the tenth time that hour. He’d known oil was a risky choice, given…