Articles by Amea Virou

Sleep had come surprisingly easy in the days and weeks that had passed since Amea had come back from Dantooine. In this place, this new home, there were no nightmares. There was no void that had to be filled. The guilt of murder had managed to slip off of her shoulders even if it had never been...

And there it was, plain as day, two brothers fighting over the scraps of a bloated carcass for the whole galaxy to see. Lists of people, lists of ghosts, scrolled past the screen behind the bar as Amea leaned into her fourth drink for the evening. The mood in the once lively bar seemed far more...