Fellow Travelers Novels & Stories

I hadn't bought a ticket back to Jenton because Serovia was where I was headed. After taking over Fletcher Group, my biggest goal was to break into the retail market, and the land on the west side of the city was the ideal location. Damien had recommended a mentor to me—a close friend of his father's. According to him, a single meal with the man would teach me a lot. … Henry Miller and I hit it off immediately. During dinner, he helped me work through many of the questions that had been occupying my mind.

The fifth accomplished snacks. The sixth accomplished a decision. Progress. Eventually. The expedition couldn't be large. Everyone agreed on that. The Wayfinder felt built for a small crew. A handful of travelers. Not an army. Not a migration. A bridge. The word returned again and again. Bridge. The city wasn't sending explorers. It was sending a greeting. An answer. A promise. The realization helped. A little. Then came the difficult part. Choosing who would go. Hope volunteered immediately. Naturally.

The traveler turned toward Nova. Urgently. "Listen carefully." The sudden intensity caught everyone off guard. The traveler stepped closer. "The Four believe they've found salvation." A pause. "They're wrong." The lights overhead flashed again. The Graveyard groaned. Reality itself seemed nervous. Nova's heart pounded. "What did they find?" The traveler closed their eyes. As though even saying the words hurt. Then, "They found what exists beyond endings." The universe froze. The Void became silent. Origin stiffened. The Architects went pale.

“Healthy communication.” “Keep walking.” ⸻ They left Wolf Ridge shortly after sunrise. Mason. Rowan. Claire. Bramble. Gerald. Maeve. Anwen. Seven travelers. Five on two legs. One Keeper. One goat. Mason refused to consider whether Gerald counted as personnel. ⸻ The southern road wound through thick forest. Wolf Ridge disappeared behind them. The old oak remained visible longer than the rooftops. Bramble looked back twice. The second time…