Free Kinslayer by Jay Kristoff

sworn it cringed.
    “Forgiveness, Stormdancer.”
    “What the hells are you doing here? What do you want?”
    A small, helpless gesture, silver arms rippling. “To join you.”
    “Join us?” she scoffed.
    “Kiosh—” A pause. “ Kin -san is not the only one who dreamed of escaping the Guild’s control. There are many of us within chapterhouses all over Shima, harboring secret thoughts of rebellion. But none thought it was possible. None were brave enough to risk it.” The thing looked at Kin, admiration in its voice. “Until he did.”
    “We should kill it, Stormdancer.” Atsushi pointed his spear into the pit, rain running down its razored edge. “We can’t trust it.”
    “Please…” the False-Lifer whispered. “I’ve come so far…”
    Kin glared at Atsushi. “When a Guildsman’s skin suffers catastrophic damage, the mechabacus sends a distress beacon. The Guild will know exactly where we are.”
    “Can you disable the beacon?” Yukiko pointed to the brass tool belt slung about his waist.
    “I could.” Kin frowned. “But you’re not going to—”
    Yukiko turned to Isao.
    “Get it out of the pit.”
    They tossed a rope down, Yukiko watching in disgust as the Guildsman crawled twenty feet up into the light. The arms on its back made a skittering, clicking noise as they moved, as if a hive of scuttling insects were housed in each limb. Glowing eyes lent a blood-soaked tinge to its glistening shell. Though the skin looked moist, dirt or dust didn’t cling to it at all.
    As the Guildsman reached the pit’s edge, Yukiko realized it was wearing a long, buckle-studded apron, making it difficult to clear the lip of the trap. Isao seized one of its humanoid arms, dragged it out and dumped it without ceremony on the ground. Atsushi leveled his naginata at the thing’s throat. Yukiko stood back, well out of reach of the spider limbs, but the Guildsman made no threatening gestures, merely raised all its arms amidst more of that horrid clicking and slowly rose to its feet. Eyes averted. Shivering. Its mechabacus was silent, implanted over the swell of its …
    Gods above.
    “It’s a girl.” Yukiko frowned at Kin. “She’s a girl.”
    Kin shrugged. “All False-Lifers are.”
    “I didn’t think there were any women in the Guild.”
    “Where do you think little Guildsmen come from?” A small, embarrassed smile.
    Yukiko’s scowl grew darker still, and she gestured toward the False-Lifer’s mechabacus. The device chattered, counting beads clicking back and forth across a surface of relays, heat-sinks and glowing transistors.
    “Disable it.”
    Kin stepped forward, uncertain, drawing a screwdriver and pliers from his work belt. Looking a little awkward, he placed his hands on the Guildswoman’s chest. It kept its eyes downturned as he loosened a handful of screws. Dozens of insulated wires spilled out as he peeled the faceplate away.
    “Um.” He held up the covering. “Can you hold this, please?”
    The False-Lifer mutely complied, spider arms shuddering as its real hands cupped the metal. Yukiko felt her stomach turn, swallowing hard, mouth tasting of vomit. Her legs were trembling. Eyes watering. Sparrows called in the distance, the sound closer to screaming than singing. Three monkeys gathered in the trees overhead, roaring and shaking the branches. Heat all around her. Hands in fists.
    ARE YOU WELL, SISTER?
    I’m fine.
    “What’s your name?” Kin said.
    “Kin, don’t talk to it,” Yukiko growled.
    He glanced over his shoulder. “Isn’t that the point of this exercise?”
    Yukiko glared, scraped rain-slicked hair from her eyes. Kin turned back to the False-Lifer, unspooled several leads from its mechabacus, began tinkering in the machine’s guts. He offered an apologetic glance as he touched its breast again.
    “What’s your name?” he repeated.
    “… My mother’s name was Kei. Gifted to me when she died, as custom bids.”
    He paused, looked into featureless glass eyes.