WITCH ASTEROID

 Tephrotic Nightmares, by Luke Gearing. Running Mork Borg + Farewell to Arms REDUX. Alec: Pop. Asher: Mother, Thumper. The bastards of silt beneath the stone choke guilty cattle in pens to pile their future feast... Carceral Mount ALREADY A WEEK IN FLIGHT. 1300 HOURS. Mustachioed Marcellus , Private First-Class, pilots an old Galgenbeck ripperplane deep across the Sea of Ash. Gray in every direction. Private Pop , a recluse markswoman, and Private Mother , a young homesick rifleman, shiver in cockpits behind Marcellus. Their water ran out days ago, surviving off cold rain pooled into their army helmets. Stomachs rumble. Josilfa Migol , arch-priestess to the basilisk-god SHE , demands her grunts locate new sources of SLAGGVARA , as well as enemy factions, within the Sea of Ash. Marcellus sees a dark shape, and dives the ripperplane deeper into the ashy clouds. A stumped mountain peak poking out of the gray sea. The privates catch a stone staircase leading to its top. Marcellus posi...