NaNoWriMo snippet, by Pratiksha Thaker This was it. Meridian pulled out a blade from inside his overcoat, but he didn't know how long it would hold out. Cephilia dashed back into the room, panting, holding a holster that carried blades and some old guns as she strapped on one of her own. Nautilus grabbed the spare one from her and put it around his waist. "Onyx, keep this," said Nautilus, shoving a blade into Onyx's hands. She briefly looked up from Roman, understood... read more
