“Your player is running.”

I paused the tips of two fingers resting on top of a cold piece. I hadn’t moved it yet. Raising an eyebrow, I grinned lazily. Davon leaned back in his chair, far enough I could picture the front legs raising from the ground as he strained to look out the window.

The screen door creaked behind me, unexpected and unwelcome. Boots struck the stairs instantly, and I locked my gaze on the sudsy water. “Go away,” I whispered.

The screen door creaked behind me, unexpected and unwelcome. Boots struck the stairs instantly, and I locked my gaze on the sudsy water. “Go away,” I whispered.

“This is it.” Eric’s voice echoed loudly pulling my attention from the books I’d shuffled about, trying not to read. Eric held an unraveled scroll as his eyes darted over it quickly drinking in the text.

Scalding droplets dotted my arm drawing my attention from the hedges lining the edge of the cafe when Ivory abruptly raised her spoon from her cup to point with. “There. There. He’s at it again.”

The stool was uncomfortable beneath Zerra sat while Ibven wrote a long letter. The quill scratched over the parchment leisurely oblivious to her increasing disconcertment. At last he stopped and replaced the quill on the desk.

I slammed the cabinet door closed and jumped backward, pressing a hand to my chest. My heart thumped against my palm, reassuring me I was still alive. If only sanity were as easily assessed. I’d definitely spent too much time listening to gramps tales over the holidays and was seeing things.

Being the Ageless to the Astardodda Ethereal Throne was not without perks. Unlike the other Ageless, Wicorin wasn’t doomed to endless wandering seeking bits of lore or relics. Forever drifting in search of knowledge.

Silimas ground his teeth trying to push the high thrum out of his mind as he raced between the crystals arrayed around the room. “The memory we used to share is no longer coherent.” The words reverberated through the room, broken and distorted, escalating the thrum to a wail.

Not two steps into Aari’s and I’m faced with books. Bookshelves she’s said to have ensorcelled to keep curious mortals out. While walking through the shelves one may catch glimpses of the sorceress at her workshop center, invariably the curious souls ends up back at the door. I, however, swear she ensorcelled it to only show the dullest books written.