Their only warning was a scream. It was distant, but long, high-pitched, utterly terrified. Samantha had just sat down to have tea and cakes with her grandmother, but the scream brought her immediately to her feet. Her knee bashed into the coffee table, spilling her cup of tea.
“What the—“
From behind her came a heavy thud. Samantha cast a frightened glance over her shoulder to see a large, dark cloud of… something pressing up against the living room window.
“Samantha…” her grandmother gripped her cane in both hands, trying to rise to her feet. “What’s going on?”
The Collectors,
During his years with the Alliance he’d been shot, stabbed, electrocuted, biotically pushed, pulled, and flattened, poisoned, beaten, and even set on fire, but Shepard had never felt anything like this. His entire body, from the top of his skull to the tips of his toes, was a blazing inferno of pain. Even the mundane act of blinking his one undamaged eye was painful. The man brought up his omni-tool, illuminating the darkness in a bright orange glow. He was surrounded on all sides by wreckage, but couldn’t make out what—if anything—was above him… trapped in an air pocket maybe. He was reclined against what felt l
She was so quick, so light-fingered, that he almost didn’t notice. Almost. Brynjolf grabbed her wrist, bringing a halt to the pilfering of the elixir in his pocket. Her eyes — glittering dark red like fine rubies — held no alarm, he saw only annoyance there. She slashed at him — here, in the market, in broad light. The strike was so quick that her dagger was a mere flash of silver. Brynjolf jerked backward, feeling the barest hint of blade against his skin. He released the would-be thief and she instantly vanished into the crowd. The entire encounter had lasted no more than fifteen seconds. A slow grin spread across Br
A Father's Daughter by schmooplesbottom, literature
Literature
A Father's Daughter
Times like these, Liara wondered if, in lieu of DNA, asari children got a piece of their father’s spirit. Liat had Lani’s smoky grey eyes… and her knack for unintentionally killing defenseless aquatic animals. But on the whole, Liat was quiet and shy, reading her books, practicing her violin, and dutifully doing biotic exercises. Kamala, on the other hand, was very much like Lani: rough and tumble. Always getting in trouble at the academy, always defending those getting picked on, always poking at a split lip with her tongue, a defiant sneer on her face, and always more interested in watching instructional vids on hand-to-h
Say Your Farewells by schmooplesbottom, literature
Literature
Say Your Farewells
He could always tell what kind of mission it would be by the way Shepard said goodbye.
A touch on his back meant an easy mission, in and out in no time.
A light squeeze on his shoulder was a more difficult mission; injuries and a narrow escape were possibilities.
A brush of knuckles on his neck meant a mission of uncertainty and danger, with death looming like a devouring beast.
And a kiss, pressed behind his ear, then three little whispered words carried Shepard out of his shuttle, into the living hell Earth had become.