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!”