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The Cage was a pot boiling over, a struck chord vibrating with
power, and a terrible thunderstorm all at once. Fallen had come from
all across Hom to shout at one another, defending their friends,
condemning their rivals, and ensuring that their views were heard.
Kymber took a deep breath and stepped up onto what serves as a stage.
Even her presence started to calm the masses down, and then she
filled her lungs and shouted over the assembled cries. She did not
silence them, but that was not her intention. She shaped the shouts
and arguments like a sculptor shapes clay, molding the voices
together and fitting all the disparate views together. Discussion
began.
-- Deus, member of the Eighth Tribe
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| Memories Deserve to
be Mourned | Kelley extols the virtue of hate and anger,
calling upon the rage of Joshua as the birthright and charge of the
Eighth Tribe. |
| Roots | A
letter from a soon-to-Fall Dahlian to his Evan lover, explaining how
roots can hold and support a people, but can also bind and strangle.
In the end, it is a question of where you put down your
roots. |
| Clean | Thomas the Bleak tells how he's
come clean under Eva's benevolent guidance, and what may be under the
skin of all those happy, fat Evans. |
| The Herites are to
Blame | Have you ever noticed that the Herites are always
getting the rest of the Fallen in trouble, that it's always the
Herites who provoke the Tribes and bring the Inquisition down on Hom,
that it's always the Herites that go just a little too far and make
life hard for everyone else? Rene the Bold stands up to give an
apology for the errant Outlook. |
| Justice's
Blindfold | Sarin Conaise asks her twin brother Diman some
hard questions about Joan's silence, Tera Sheba's dominance, the
Fallen and what honor and mercy truly are. |
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