In the shadow of a scarlet moon

by Tamari Erin Cyrus sat alone in the Hypersthene‘s darkened observation deck, one of the privileges of his rank. The ship sat in a low geostationary orbit around an unnamed moon, and only a brief arc of its curvature was visible through the obs deck’s great convex viewport. It hung low like an overripe fruit, […]



by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) Only one of the beds in the infirmary was occupied, at the very far end of the ward. The curtains were drawn around the bed, and a lone medic stood in wait outside. Darael stomped moodily three paces behind Commander Nigellus as they walked down the row of empty beds. He […]


The Horror From The Deep: 10th Anniversary Special Edition

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) The rain hammered on the roof of the car. It fell in sheets on his windshield, obscuring what little of the road his headlights had lit up. Carter tried to start the engine yet again, and swore as it sputtered and grinded noisily and died again. He slammed a hand against […]


Summer Heat

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) illustrated by beili   Alain lazed on the rattan chaise longue by the edge of the pool. One of his feet dangled off the chair and he watched the ripples spread out from where he dipped his toes in the water. The weather was so beautiful—it was dry and hot, and […]


The Queen of the Sunken City

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/355044.html) The room shook, and Mitsuki lunged for a railing. Her needle-gun slipped from her fingers and bounced off the metal catwalk to plunge into the darkness of the vast control centre. High above, her sharp blue features illuminated by the beams of psychic ‘light’ she used to rule her […]



by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) illustrated by beili (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/350270.html) The birds erupt from the wheat fields with the suddenness of a falling blade. One moment Sebastiano is staring up at the vivid blue of the summer sky, and the next all he can see is a maelstrom of black feathers, circling the convoy like a […]


A Patchwork World

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/49248.html) Esmah tripped, her foot catching on something hidden in the tall grasses. Rill stopped running as soon as he realised she was no longer by his side. She looked up from where she’d fallen and watched as he trotted back. He was breathless and redfaced when he reached her, […]



by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/57945.html) This follows the events in ‘A Night in Blue’ from the December ’06 issue of Bang*Bang.) — Simenon held the field-glasses to his eyes. A trail of sweat oozed past his right eye and he alternated squinting and blinking furiously in an attempt to divert its path. The desert air […]


The Horror from the Deep

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/45434.html) Carter surged to his feet when his cousin entered the small parlour. “Henry!” he exclaimed, a slight nervous squeak to his voice. He had never liked his uncle’s house, and being here after so many years he found that his opinion had changed little. Henry stood by the door […]


The Eagle and the Frost Giant

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/38880.html) As a child, Alain had never like New Year’s Eve. It was his mother’s favourite holiday, and for her sake, he’d tried to enjoy — or at least pretend not to hate — its pageantry and wild abandon. She’d take him with her to buy their masks and though […]


A Night in Blue

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) illustrated by 草庫 (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/32718.html) Second Lieutenant Simenon had enlisted in the 6th Company of the Infantry Corps in search of glory and adventure, to travel the world and see the ruins of its many former wonders. As the third son of one of the lesser noble houses, he wouldn’t have […]


Under The Mistletoe

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/9225.html) Bobby stared at himself in the bathroom mirror and adjusted the headband another time. try as he might, he just wasn’t able to get the mistletoe to hang straight. When it wasn’t listing to the left or to the right, it drooped down in front of his face, which […]


Along The Desert Path

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/5925.html) Dusk came quickly this late in the season. The priest lay on his back and watched the clouds trail across the now-aubergine sky. This was the first time he was able to see the sky clearly since he began his pilgrimage. He’d taken only a few steps along the […]



by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/1346.html) Dante’s clothes still smelt like the maintenance tunnels, of oil and must and secrets. At the rate the MRBs cleaned the station, Asiel’s body wouldn’t be discovered for another few months. The scabs around his new port began to itch. Dante dragged a fingernail over them and down the […]