Northmere, Central Isle Locke—as he was called by some—sat at a narrow table made of polished wood that was wedged in the back corner of a Northmere tavern. Across from him sat a Druishk man with glittering jewels woven through his dark hair and golden rings lining his fingers that flashed in the low burning … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Three: To Find a Faeling
Can't get enough of Thieves of Bakkaj? Don’t worry. We’ve got you covered. Start reading one of these delightful books about thieves while you wait for the next chapter! The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen’s Thief series) Want enough snark and sarcasm to satisfy both Atlas and Fawkes? Then The Queen’s Thief series is … Continue reading Read-Alikes
Aboard the Jesuine, Northmere, Mjimeri When Atlas reached the Glass Harbor, it was nearing sunset, the arches and towers of Effre aflame with the reds and oranges of dying day. He ignored it, scanning instead for signs of the Highlands girl. She’d be the easiest to find. She’d left him, thank the gods, and he’d … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Two: Any Port in a Storm
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Rhia had been studying the way Fawkes moved for a few blocks now. He would put his weight on the balls of his feet so the heels wouldn’t clomp down as hard or as loud. The word thief was laced in his twitchy fingers, nimble and restless; it was wound into … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-One: What’s in a Name?
Much can be seen from these peaks, Caradoc thought, rising the last few feet on his weary way upward. This was a path held in high esteem by all the men of Clan Brannaw. It was a sacred place, one where men and women sojourned to for solitude. It was a place for reflection, to watch … Continue reading Brannawstead Overlook
For two weeks after the encounter in the cave, Caradoc’s view of the world outside was a stark, blinding white. The snowdrifts caused his eyes pain beyond reason, and so he stayed in the cave where Mother Blood had come to him in all her colorful splendor. There was food, in the form of revolting … Continue reading Chapter Twenty: The Will Which Says to Them, “Hold on!”
Atlas’s shop, Mjimeri, Central Isle There were three of them in the room that smelled like sunrises and spice, standing on the floorboards that had once been proud, strong trees but now knew happiness like they hadn’t seen before. Rhia and Atlas were like her. She knew, she could see. But not Apata, she was … Continue reading Chapter Nineteen: The Color of Breaking
"In the Shifting Highlands (once known to outsiders as the Razorgale Isles), it is not uncommon to see Abrugaeli Clansman make roughly hewn paintings out of pigments suspended in honey and diluted in water. The result of the material used is more akin to a picture made of tea stains than actual "paint." However, what … Continue reading A Honey-Paint Artist’s Rendition of a Coillcuradh
Eliza walked confidently past the man from the Southeastern Isles, tossing a floral blue dress to Rhia and setting a plate of steaming creamed crab pie on a stool. She stopped next to Atlas setting her hand on his upper arm, curling her fingers to apply pressure. The group never did get to eat that … Continue reading Recipe: Creamed Crab Pie
With Part I finished, we'll be taking a short hiatus to collect our thoughts and make Part II even better. Are you excited? We are. But don't worry! While we're writing away, we'll still be bringing you awesome Bakkajian content. For now, enjoy this playlist to accompany Part I!