“I always had the worst luck. Tragically, it followed me even after I left this world.”
From Within
As a child he’d been told to be wary of the rails. Altes had heard their words. He even tried to listen. Yet he always returned, fingers curling about cold metal as he peered into the clouds below.
The Sisters’ Intrusion
A long sigh sounded behind Red. One which demanded attention. Turning, she tightened her grip on her blade. Whynna sat in the open windowsill.
Only Way Out
Everything had gone sideways. The fleet lay at the bottom of the harbor. Their retreat over the mountain passes had been sealed by the Ethrael. His men had been picked off by the Queen’s Bulwarks. Only Mirothan remained.
Enchantment’s Protection
Boots sounded over stone, sliding and echoing down the narrow canyon. “Are we quite there yet?” The voice, wobbly in its higher pitch, echoed.
After the War
To most Cadilican was insignificant. A speak tucked within the continent’s interior. Bordered by rivers, mountains, and the great nations: Kiremond and Dendarwen. To me Cadilican was everything.
Innocently Asked
The road wound into an unforgiving, dark night. The lantern swinging from a pole on Gwath’s pack illuminated a few scant lengths of dirt. Most didn’t even have that much.
A Sliver of Time
Erieri stood and watched the old man flattening the grass of the Plains of Time as his robe and cloak billowed behind him. “Excuse me. What are you doing?” Erieri bypassed asking how he’d gotten there or even who he was… they’d get around to that as time circled to it.
Derision’s Revenge
“Can you believe it?” The level of disdain caught Jerel’s notice as he meandered through nobles loitering before the palace gates in a parade of finery and frivolity.
A Fleck of Paint
The first volley of doom went unnoticed: a fleck of paint broke free from the prestige’s dome. Or largely unnoticed. Sheralin watched wide-eyed as the scrape tumbled down the building until she lost it amid the bustling crowd.
