Q Is For Quarry Novels & Stories

“Just tell her I need her to stay with the house. Tell her it’s for the baby.” He exhaled through his nose. “She’ll hate that line.” “She’ll hate a lot of things before this is over,” I said. “But she’ll live.” I took the ATV from the shed, kept the engine low until I cleared the yard, then opened the throttle on the logging road. Gravel spat behind me, the wind tore at my hood. The quarry lay twelve miles south, hidden in a bowl of granite and second-growth pine. I’d scouted it years ago during border patrols, deep, flooded shafts, sheer walls, no easy way down or up. Perfect place for an ambush. Perfect place for a grave.

The boys were in awe of the underground city within the mines. Shimmering stones illuminated the surroundings as sunlight filtered through the cracks above, guiding them toward the city's center. The rhythmic sound of miners striking the earth with their tools created a harmonious dedication to their work. John and William decided to split up to search for Abigail's whereabouts.

Ash and Quarry Saxa I’m not even going to acknowledge the fact that Kaia was in Gran’s cabin when Eirik and I showed up for Elias, she was just sitting there like she belonged. The quarry smells wrong. Not rot. Not death. The air here tastes thin, metallic, like it’s been bled one too many times and never forgiven for it. Ash ground to sotne, old rain trapped in fractures that never quite healed. This place knows me, knows my wolf. I can feel it in the way she whimpers.

"The scent is getting heavier. It’s coming from the old quarry." "The quarry is a death trap," Richard muttered. He shifted gears, the engine whining. "One way in, one way out. If they’re there, they’ve got high-ground advantage." "They have the medicine, Richard. That’s all that matters." "I know what matters!" Richard roared. He took the turn, the truck sliding on the loose gravel. He slammed on the brakes as they reached the perimeter of the quarry. A massive, silver-mesh gate blocked the path. Beyond it, a low-slung concrete bunker sat nestled into the rock face. Two black SUVs were parked out front, their engines still warm, ticking in the silence.

He helps steady me as we walk through the manor to the front door and out into the driveway. Unlike the castle, the driveway here is well maintained and, as I admire the evergreens lining the route, I’m struck by how much I’ve always loved green and how much I’m going to miss seeing it. Then again, maybe the Greeks were right? Perhaps I’ll end up in the Elysian Fields with the Dread Queen herself? It’d be fitting for the Vampire Queen (ha!) to hang out with the Dread Queen, I think. Torstein opens the rear door and I look at him.

Not again no! ~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~ So here's chapter one of Queens Dynasty. What do y'all think? Its not edited BTW so forgive my errors.

When the trees broke, I was standing on the edge. The quarry stretched below like the mouth of something too old to name. Water dark and still. It’d been flooded decades ago, after they dug too deep and hit a spring. Now it just sat there... no fish, no bottom, just cold and quiet. People said it was cursed. I figured it was honest. There were broken beer bottles lining the ledge, crushed soda cans, and graffiti caked in dust: TINA SUX DICK, JESUS WATCHES U FUCK, A + R 4EVER.

"You're going to do something stupid." "I prefer the term fieldwork." She closes the window. --- The quarry is exactly as described — a wide bowl of grey stone, abandoned a generation ago when the good granite ran out, now overgrown at the edges with dry brush and dotted with the territorial markings of Stone-Jaw Boars. The creatures themselves are about the size of a large dog, built entirely forward — all shoulder and jaw, minimal hindquarter, with a hide that has literally incorporated fragments of the quarry stone over years of rubbing against it. Their tusks are blunt but heavy. When they charge, the ground registers the impact.

Queen complained angrily. "Calm down, don't get too agitated, Queen," Black Axe said to her. Queen sighed, "I'm sorry, it's just..." "Listen to me, there's a man called Anthony Baltimore, he's based in Panama." "Anthony Baltimore.....Baltimore, why does that name sound familiar?" Queen wondered. "Because that's your real name, your family name." "Baltimore is my family name, and I didn't know. I've been bearing Queen Andre Scorpion all my life."

She rolled, coughing, as Rowen landed beside her with a strangled cry. They lay there for a moment, staring up at the bruised sky, the rain whispering against their skin. Then Clara pushed herself up. “Come on,” she said. “We’re not done yet.” Rowen laughed softly, bitterly. “You sound like him.” The path toward the quarry was little more than a scar through the forest old maintenance road, long abandoned. The trees bent low with the weight of the storm, branches clawing at them as they passed. When the forest broke, the land fell away. The quarry yawned before them like a wound massive, circular, its depths hidden beneath swirling mist and rain.