Last of the Fallen Once she'd recovered from the crying and screaming, Sorala had dragged him to Medical, sitting him down in an isolation room, then summoning Cordy to run the medicomps while she delved him more deeply than anyone ever had before. Cordelia stopped staring, went over the comp readings a third time. "Masters, he's fine. Down about ten thousand calories, but otherwise normal." ...

Last of the Fallen The Citadel, November 19, 2001: Alec finished packing his bag. His new suit was draped over the back of a chair, waiting for him; he'd used a telepathic prompt to let Julia sleep a while longer before he left. He crept back into their room, sat down on the bed. Moonlight was streaming in the massive windows, casting the most beautiful face on Earth in a soft, clean light. She ...

Last of the Fallen He'd expected Julia to be waiting in their room; instead, Sorala looked up from a book, smiled slightly at his entrance. "My apologies. I hope I'm not disturbing you." Alec managed a bow. "Of course not." She studied him closely while he sat opposite her. "Your mind is heavy." He nodded. "I told Kara the truth." "I see," Sorala closed her book, set it on the table. "You do not ...

Last of the Fallen Tran tracked the signal down, dipping the Gryphon into the southwestern Coast Mountain range. He skimmed the treetops, pointed out the grounded Gryphon, sighed heavily. Morrigan groaned. "Land. Quickly." Tran complied, grounding them twenty meters from the other Gryphon. A hole had been carved out of the starboard hull, an armored Knight hanging out the breach. The rear hatch ...

Last of the Fallen Chicago, Illinois, November 13, 2001: Champion Tower. A modern masterpiece in the Chicago skyline. Twin booms separated at the fifty-second floor, stretching forty more up, crisscrossed with walkways and skywalks and plateaued gardens, a massive tuning fork. Darius McWither wasn't so far removed from his human roots to not be impressed. Especially given the nature of his ...