Transmigration Novels & Stories

Far below, the valley was a green and gold blur, and at the very edge of the horizon, a thin dark thread was creeping across the land like a crack in a plate. The Dunmere River. Still black. "Rule one," I said. "Don't die." "Agreed." "Rule two." I took a deep breath. "Don't get attached." He tilted his head. "To what?" "To anything. Anyone. The plan, the shelter, the people." I tried to look at the horizon. "I'm going home, Pip. When this is over. When the Flood is done and the plot is finished, I'm going to wake up in a hospital bed in a city with coffee shops and bad Wi-Fi. That's the deal. That's the only deal I understand. So I can't get attached."