Tatiana crept out through the night with a green pack on her back and a gun in her hand. The gun felt heavy and rigid. Her fingers streamed with sweat despite the cold air whipping at her long blond hair.… Continue Reading
Simpa stood in Father’s mud shed; she had lost the battle against the rage she felt and now proceeded with her plan with anything but a clear head. Town hall meetings usually ended around sunset so she had till then… Continue Reading
The slamming fist is punctuated with a sharp, “No.” It might’ve been more impressive if the fistwielder hadn’t been a wisp of a woman, pale and reedy in stature. Her adversary chuckles, settling into the wide chair, hands clasping across… Continue Reading
To war! To war! These were the words that made him. Grizhnakh was torn from the muck, blade thrust into hand, and armor slapped upon him, just another scarlet body in ranks tense for battle. To war! To war! For… Continue Reading
A cool wind ripped at Tristan’s clothes. Waves crashed on the cliff below barely drowning out the beating of his heart. The abandoned house loomed high above, back lit by the stormy sky. Its mansard roof formed a brow over… Continue Reading
Aged and ageless all at once she hobbled away from the cottage. Although she could walk swiftly when it suited her, now was not one of those times. “Strix,” she cautioned the old owl perched on the low stone wall,… Continue Reading
I am in the Blue Land and it feels as if I have wandered into some tale — children touch my skin to see if the color wears off, our gods count for nothing. I am in Karei-boto, a solemn… Continue Reading
They say the maze is haunted by echoes of its dead. You stand and watch the chitinous beast which waits patiently through every moment of every day at the maze’s entrance. No one has entered the maze today, so you… Continue Reading
“My Lady,” said the Duke of Baria, his silver fork speared with venison poised in the air before his mouth, “I am informed that you attended the Aldermen’s Ball last week without me.” The Duchess did not look up from… Continue Reading
“Mages and mercenaries, gamblers and guild masters, welcome to the 83rd mayoral debate of this fine city of Aleshire!” The well-dressed and portly announcer’s voice magically reverberated to the edges of the crowd. Arms raised, the three-foot tall man stood… Continue Reading