Stephanie Sierra

Maybe what happened was our own faults. With Grandmother here, and the automas standing guard, we dared leave the gate open. The herdsmen...

The ore wagon sent up puffs of dust as it rolled into the distance. Many of the townsfolk stayed outside to watch it – it was the first...

A few days later, as the sun turned the desert dust to gold, the gate guard announced with sweeping hand gestures that someone was...