Just like a clock

Just like a clock

Kifel didn’t hear the door open, oblivious to his stewardess standing at the entrance to his office until she cleared her throat. He paused with his pen poised above paper, glancing up. She never interrupted him unless it was important; that his son stood beside her indicated a problem. The… Read the rest...
A small mound of stones

A small mound of stones

They were all shapes and sizes, all different colors. Some were semiprecious, glittering crystals with their markings etched in. Others were plain stone in drab hues, sometimes with the markings only painted on the surface. But they were special, just the same. Each one a treasure, a symbol—to him, at… Read the rest...
Colors

Colors

“Focus!” Filadiel grimaced as his teacher’s shout caused him to lose just that. His awareness of the power around him faded, light seeping back into his eyes. He knew it was there, even without the colored reflection dancing on the surface of the water. His teacher sighed, raising her arms… Read the rest...
Eiri and the Dragon

Eiri and the Dragon

Too long she waited, bowstring drawn taut beside her ear. Fingers cramped and muscles burned, but she waited. Too close to move without being heard, too far for a killing shot unless the angle was just right. But she waited, breath held, body still, arrow ready and eyes on the… Read the rest...