At the Car Marsh

The art for this has been mostly done for like a week, I’ve just been struggling with the text. I think I’ve found it now. So here we are, passing the Car Marsh on our way downtown to fix the router.


Chapter Eight of Bluebird She couldn’t see anything but the blinkenlights.  They spun, blurry above her, and shattered into stars when she blinked away tears.  Her fingers hurt. “Sweetness.  This isn’t going to – Tia.  Please, Tia. Stop.” “No!” she growled.  Under her scrabbling hands the broken concrete shifted and crumbled.  She was too cold …