Contents (188)
- THE
- IMMORTALITY THIEF
- Taran Hunt
- Contents
- CHAPTER ONE:
- The Nameless Ship and the Dying Star
- CHAPTER TWO:
- Three Convicts and a Generous Opportunity
- CHAPTER THREE:
- The Lost Language
- CHAPTER FOUR:
- Sean Wren and the Philosopher Stone
- CHAPTER FIVE:
- Leashed
- CHAPTER SIX:
- The Imp of the Perverse
- CHAPTER SEVEN:
- Lantern-Eyes and the Minister
- CHAPTER EIGHT:
- Indigo and Ultraviolet
- CHAPTER NINE:
- Three Lives and One
- CHAPTER TEN:
- Rot and Bone
- CHAPTER ELEVEN:
- Signs in the Dark
- CHAPTER TWELVE:
- Dead End
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
- A Way Out
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
- Missed Chances
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
- One and Two
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
- The Choice and the Hull
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
- The Indigo Minister and I
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
- The Minister and the Lieutenant
- CHAPTER NINETEEN:
- Lieutenant Lantern-Eyes
- CHAPTER TWENTY:
- Mara Zhu’s Experiment
- CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:
- Forty Locks
- CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:
- Oh, Shit!
- CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:
- Beta Version
- CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR:
- Some Really Angry Rocks
- CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:
- The Trap
- (Featuring: Sean Wren’s Inability to Use a Grenade)
- CHAPTER TWENTY SIX:
- Made of Man
- CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN:
- The Moment
- CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT:
- Three Doors
- CHAPTER TWENTY NINE:
- The Roach
- CHAPTER THIRTY:
- Family Photo
- CHAPTER THIRTY ONE:
- The Last Words of Mara Zhu
- Part one
- CHAPTER THIRTY TWO:
- Sins of the Father
- CHAPTER THIRTY THREE:
- The Lieutenant
- (again)
- CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR:
- Field and Forest
- CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:
- The Minister, the Lieutenant, and I
- CHAPTER THIRTY SIX:
- The Deer and the River
- CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN:
- Some Fresh Bullshit
- CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT:
- Enemy of the Enemy
- CHAPTER THIRTY NINE:
- Impromptu Electrodynamics
- CHAPTER FORTY:
- Babel
- CHAPTER FORTY ONE:
- Three Strangers and a Desperate Offer
- CHAPTER FORTY TWO:
- Another Lengthy Détente with Some Stubborn Assholes
- CHAPTER FORTY THREE:
- The Worst Camping Trip of My Life
- CHAPTER FORTY FOUR:
- Sisters, State Secrets, and Just So Many Creepy Children
- CHAPTER FORTY FIVE:
- Nests?!
- CHAPTER FORTY SIX:
- My Mother’s Wardrobe
- CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN:
- I’m Susceptible to Bribes, But Only in the Form of Grammar
- CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT:
- The Center of It All
- CHAPTER FORTY NINE:
- God Damn Children
- CHAPTER FIFTY:
- The Bodies of the Past
- CHAPTER FIFTY ONE:
- Test Subjects
- CHAPTER FIFTY TWO:
- A Hot, Piping Cup of Coffee with a Side of Creepy Children
- CHAPTER FIFTY THREE:
- Sean Wren and the Incredible Hypoxia
- CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR:
- Trust Me
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE:
- Trust Me
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY SIX:
- Trust Me
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN:
- The Shedding of Blood
- CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT:
- Lab 17
- CHAPTER FIFTY NINE:
- Something in My Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY:
- Eye for an Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY ONE:
- What Must Be Seen
- CHAPTER SIXTY TWO:
- Third Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY THREE:
- Hindsight
- CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR:
- Eye on the Prize
- CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE:
- The Last Words of Mara Zhu
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY SIX:
- An Old Friend
- CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN:
- The Wall
- CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT:
- Sean Wren’s Special New Skill
- CHAPTER SIXTY NINE:
- Last One There Loses
- CHAPTER SEVENTY:
- Sympathy for the Devils
- CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE:
- A Frighteningly Efficient Kidnapping
- CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO:
- The Whole Truth
- CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE:
- The Breaking of the Fellowship
- CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR:
- Perversion of Potential
- CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE:
- Benny
- CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX:
- Sean Wren, Unkillable Machine Man
- CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN:
- The Republic
- CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT:
- Sister
- CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE:
- The Ministers
- CHAPTER EIGHTY:
- Number One
- CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE:
- Brother
- CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO:
- The Philosopher Stone
- CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE:
- Center of the Compass
- CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR:
- Sean, Tamara, and Shay
- CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE:
- Memory
- CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX:
- Improvisational Linguistics
- CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN:
- The Dreamer
- CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT:
- A Letter from the Dead
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I stood up, put my body between the Minister and Lantern-Eyes. He raised his arm.
Something slammed into the backs of my knees. I landed hard on the floor, the breath driven from me. Lantern-Eyes had kicked me from behind to knock me over. The Minister, expressionless, took aim at her now, but instead of firing twisted sharply to the side to catch the bullet Leah had fired at him on his gauntlet.
Lantern-Eyes climbed back into the hole in the wall, pulling the fallen panel up behind her. The Minister blew towards me like a dark wind. I pushed myself away, elbows digging into old metal, crawling on my back. He reached the wall just as Lantern-Eyes sealed it, and his fist slammed into the metal with a thunderous echo.
Someone grabbed me under the arm—Leah. She hauled me back, but the Minister’s attention turned on us.
Leah moved at my side and I knew, somehow, what she would do, and what he would do in response.
“No—” I said, as Leah drew her gun and shot the Minister for a third time.
He blocked it, as he had the other two times, with the guard strapped to his wrist. Then he lowered his hand, no change in expression, and with his other arm he drew a long knife from its sheath down his back.
“No,” I said again, shoving back as if I could push Leah out of the way, but his next step brought the edge of his knife into Leah’s neck. Leah made a terrible little interrupted gasp, a wet choke, and I heard it echo in my skull.
I sat, half-upright, and waited for the edge of his knife to continue through me.
CHAPTER EIGHT:
Indigo and Ultraviolet
The Chosen weren’t the only ones who believed the Ministers had no souls. My family worshipped the God Who Shed His Blood For Us, and our church believed the same thing.
They were all right about the Ministers: the priests, the Chosen, my father. I saw it the day the Ministers came to Kystrom. I’d seen a man injured in the street, helpless, unable to move. I’d hidden behind a hedge and watched between the branches as a Minister came down the empty street alone towards him, beautiful and terrible, shaven head, uncertain gender and a collar-light that glowed a dark and bloody crimson.
The Minister had stood over the dying man, their sword in their hand, the tip of it held a careful inch above the ground. The sword was stained a duller red than their collar-light. The Ministers used guns, explosives, bombs, and any other modern weapon—but they had used those at the start of the assault. Now that they were on the ground, they seemed to prefer the silence of blades.
The dying man gasped something, too quiet for me to hear from my hiding place. And the Minister looked down at him, and I’d imagined I’d seen curiosity in their expression as they looked the dying man over, head to toe.