XelofBloom

26.3

Will be out on 11/08/2025, currently recovering from Halloween.

26.2

ACT YoE 4,191 / LT November 14, 2009, 0800

PRT Headquarters

Brockton Bay

Conference Room

The conference room on the PRT’s upper floors was designed to make people believe in lines. Lines on maps, lines of authority, clean edges on hard choices. Frosted ...

26.1

ACT YoE 4,191 / LT November 13, 2009, 1159

PRT Headquarters

Brockton Bay

Ward Dorms

Melissa sat stiff in the little chair, knuckles pressed to her knees. She caught her own reflection in the antique mirror—except it wasn’t hers, not really.

The ...

26.0

ACT YoE 4,181 / LT October 25, 2000
Earth Bet → Local Spatial Reality
Northern Arctic Ice Pack

Once, this corner of the Arctic had been a dead plateau of white. A wind-scoured expanse where ice fractured under its own weight, and the horizon never shifted, only repeating itself lik...

25.9

*ACT YoE 4,181/LT September 29, 2000*

Earth Bet → Local Spatial Reality

Northern Arctic Ice Pack

Eve watched as the tiny shrub that Kudzu presented to the world phased into existence. There was a short pause as her ally examined the surroundings before stating, “No birds present, I like this land. Clean air. What�...

25.8

*ACT YoE 4,181/LT September 29, 2000*

Earth Bet → Local Spatial Reality

United States

Cauldron Compound-Post Battle Debriefing (Simurgh Engagement)

Contessa sat at the circular table in the conference room, a pale blue laptop open in front of her, the screen's faint glow tracing the harsh edges of her face in a...

25.8

The chapter will be available next Saturday, June 7, 2025. Currently hosting family for an extended Memorial Day celebration.

25.7

*ACT YoE 4,181/LT September 15, 2000

Earth Bet

United States

New York

Eve floated high above New York, waiting for the disaster she knew would happen shortly. It was even odds if she’d be able to get the last golem core at this point or not. If the winged abomination Wilson showed didn’t show up, Eve would be...

25.6

*ACT YoE 4,173/LT May 27, 2072, at 0000*

Hypogeal

Pre-DataKrash Vault

Silver meandered into the vault, silencing the alarms screaming in the private Net to a world that no longer recognized their existence. Each of Maine’s team members had taken an item, but what they removed was inconsequential to her. Eve couldn’...

25.6

Busy week at work with all the stuff going on for government agencies, so the chapter will be up on Saturday.

25.5

*ACT YoE 4,173/LT May 27, 2072, at 0000

Arasaka Headquarters

Black Ops Area

Ripping Room #4

Eve’s lips moved without sound as she watched through the one-way meter-thick unbreakable composite plasteel glass. In front of her, strapped to a dissection table, was one Mr. West-One. Doctors skilled in mana research ...

25.4

*ACT YoE 4,173/LT May 22, 2072, at 0700

Arasaka Headquarters

Floor #317

Eve floated lazily a half-meter above the floor, her cyber-linked Crown rotating slowly over her head. A long, lazy, disinterested expression marred her face as she gazed down at the city being reborn below. Without her exceptional sig...

25.3

*ACT YoE 4,171/LT April 22, 2070, at 0037

Corporate Lab #8

Arasaka Headquarters

R&D Underground Satellite Hive#2 

The pale hand adorned with silver runes gripped the edge of the coffin’s lid, and a slow, deliberate movement fo...

25.2

*ACT YoE 4,171/LT April 22, 2070, at 0000*

Corporate Lab #8

Arasaka Headquarters

R&D Underground Satellite Hive#2 

Arasaka Lab #8, or the eighth circle of hell as the slavish researchers inside called it, stood as a stark anomaly within the otherwise sterile corporate comple...

25.1

**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 13, 2070, at 0700**

Corporate Offices of Berkly and Bruce Skiv

Outer Ring of City Center

Northern Downtown Dockspace

Eve had enjoyed watching Crystal work through a silver mirror enchanted to reflect her investment. She didn’t expect this Julio Pala...

25.0

**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 11, 2070, at 0000**

Palm View Way, Catacombs, Tunnel #8.

"You're certain this is where Julio's Lieutenant is hiding that little piece of garbage?" Crystal sub-vocalized, her voice carried not through tech but through the intricate, pulsing veins of blood magic in...

24.9

**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 4, 2070, at 1202**

Heywood, The Glen, Basketball Court #1 Bleachers

Sebastian Ibarra, known as Padre, was terrified. It was a normal emotion in his opinion when confronted with the closest thing to a god he’d ever seen. The sparkling silver girl hovering a foot...

24.8

**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 4, 2070, at 0917**

The Seattle Wasteland

Eve finished negotiating with Crystal’s two companions. Rabbit would fall under Felix, while Fluff, previously known as Fluffyfeathers, would land beneath Nota. It worked out rather well. Crystal, barring any complicatio...

24.7

March 4, 2070, at 0601

Seattle, Dragon Foundation Corporate Holding, Central Ring

Within the Soul-Space of Crystal Moss

Eve Smith, the Silver Witch Prime, observed that her association with the Law of Blood allowed access to the Law of Silver. Knowledge of the so-called meta-planes was the final component she neede...

24.6

March 4, 2070, at 0601

Seattle, Dragon Foundation Corporate Holding, Central Ring

"Good morning," Nadja greeted as Crystal settled into the ornate breakfast table. The room was a blend of old-world luxury and modern finesse; the carved wooden chairs with their meticulously crafted leather padding flanked a carved mahogan...

24.5

March 3, 2070, at 0317 

Seattle, Sky Needle

Jonathan "Ironhand" McCallister did not let emotion disrupt his cold, metallic logic. Sitting across from Nadja Davier in the dimly lit room atop the iconic Sky Needle, he maintained a thinly veiled smile, his eyes glinting with the reflective sheen of refined steel. Ares ...

24.4

March 3, 2070, at 0002

Seattle, Sky Needle

The Sky Needle, a majestic spire piercing the heavens, had transformed far beyond Crystal's recollection. Once it stood as a solitary sentinel, it loomed thrice or quintuple its original stature, a colossus overlooking the world below. Enigmatic runes, birthed from the dreams of a sorcerer w...

Author's Corner I

Sorry for the radio silence.

There have been a great deal of changes at work recently. My old chief has retired to a position they've explicitly opened to keep them on board since they know all the bigwigs in the city/state. A lot easier to fundraise when you don't cut off the main schmoozer and force them to retire.

My new chief i...

24.3

March 2, 2070, at 1943

Seattle, Inner City District, Broadmoor

“I can only imagine the cost,” Crystal murmured, her voice a delicate blend of silk and shadows. Standing statuesque in the center of a room adorned with Victorian elegance, she was the epitome of vampiric grace. The room, part of Nadja Daviar’s Seattle holdings, sh...

24.2

March 2, 2070, at 0207

Otherworld Seattle, Outer District

Crystal surveyed the aftermath with magically enhanced vision, her crimson gaze cutting through the neon haze. The Draco Foundation's security squad, donned in avant-garde exosuits, carried out their operation with icy precision. Each maneuver was a brutal demonstration of tac...

Allo, the holidays are nuts!

I'll be doing a chapter when I can, but it will have to be flexible since the insanity of the holidays has commenced in full swing!

24.1

March 2, 2070, at 0207

Otherworld Seattle, Outer District

Crystal’s vampiric senses were like a bloodhound. It helped that the air grew thicker with the scent of blood the closer to the scene of the carnage she came. Her senses sharpened beyond human limits, guided her through the dimly lit Outer District rooftop zones. Neon light ...

24.0

March 1, 2070, at 1043

Otherworld Seattle, Outer Wastes, Washington State Route 99

Crystal sat casually on a leather sofa with an air of otherworldly grace granted by her vampiric body’s innate reflexes. Her crimson eyes stared unblinking at Shun Lee, the short boy sitting across from her on his sofa. The boy’s expression of unea...

Chapter Delay till Friday

Having trouble weaving more of the Shadowrunner bits in, but I have the outline I want finally.

23.9

March 1, 2070, at 0804

Otherworld Seattle, Outer Wastes, Jungle Trap#6

In the bright-lit jungle wastes of Seattle's outskirts, where the city's concrete veins yielded to the dense embrace of magical hotspots, Shun Lee, a fourteen-year-old scout, lay concealed in the jungle's verdant canopy. His patience was a honed skill, essential i...