King’s Blood

King’s Blood

There was something unusual about the king. Tilda knew relatively little of men. She was a good girl who heeded her father and paid her respects to Brant each Somnday, and her few stolen kisses with Addan, the particularly handsome stable boy, precluded any great knowledge of the opposite sex.… Read the rest...
The End

The End

Chapter Five Had the blade not sunk so deep, or had the angle been different, or had Rune been even the tiniest bit stronger, the razor-sharp edge of the enchanted sword would have torn the beast open from head to tail. Instead, the sword sank to the hilt, embedded in… Read the rest...
The Arches Fall

The Arches Fall

Chapter Four The body of the beast writhed in the moonlight, gleaming wet brown-gray. Sera paced backwards as it twisted. Rune couldn’t fault her fear. But the beast, which tracked them so easily underground, made no indication it sought them now. “Steady,” Rune said, shifting his sword, settling the contours… Read the rest...
What They Found at the Bottom

What They Found at the Bottom

Chapter Three Half a mile from the bottom of the well, the tunnel forked. They stood at the intersection for some time before Sera tossed the mage-light down one path. It bounced some distance—carried by magic, Rune sensed, as the damp sand would have stopped it otherwise—before she released it… Read the rest...
Down the Well

Down the Well

Chapter Two Rune didn’t taste the evening meal. He ate while he unpacked and sorted things as they emerged from his bag, the objects finding their way into one of two piles. Most of his clothes landed in the first pile, along with the robes he’d worn for travel. He… Read the rest...
The City of Arches

The City of Arches

Chapter One The City of Arches was a curious place with an unimaginative name. Countless pillars rose from the cracked earth, lacking any sensical pattern, each supporting one end of a stone arch. The arches crisscrossed and overlapped, some linked and some free-standing, some broken, some hanging free over an… Read the rest...
A Garnet

A Garnet

Firal had never seen snow; not the natural sort, anyway. All mages had to practice creating ice at some point, so clumps of snowflakes and pellets of ice were not so foreign as to be mysterious, but the idea of it falling from the sky was still strange. Other islands… Read the rest...
Getting dressed

Getting dressed

“You should have come, it was a lot of fun.” Vahn regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. His friend’s expression didn’t change, though. He just stayed with his back against the floor, twisting and turning the bottle he held overhead, watching the tiny… Read the rest...