Chapter Twenty-Four: The Priestess, the Vagabond

Southern Citadel Tower, southeast of Central by many, many miles Apata opened Rhia’s eye again, for the umpteenth time. The sphere of muscle and jelly-like tissue rolled in its socket. The girl was out like a candle in a typhoon. The silver rimming her irises was still there, and some innate, childish part of Apata held … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Four: The Priestess, the Vagabond

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A Honey-Paint Artist’s Rendition of a Coillcuradh

"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

Chapter Ten: Of Coillcuradh, Of Carnángarda, of Men and Bones and Blood

Dun Brannaw Clannad, two weeks after Apata set sail Caradoc Macdowell Himself clenched his left fist hard enough for the nails to draw blood. He released it and clenched it again. The liquid beaded in the cuts his nails had made through thick callus. The red tinge the world had taken on subsided. His brow … Continue reading Chapter Ten: Of Coillcuradh, Of Carnángarda, of Men and Bones and Blood

Chapter Three: The Death of Brannaw the Younger

The Shifting Highlands, northeast of Central Isle  Apata was tired. Down to her bones and the roots of her hair. Her hands shook, and her vision blurred with fatigue. The animal hide field tent only came into sight with muted colors and fuzzy outlines. The blue and pink-white whorls of her skin seemed strangely blended. … Continue reading Chapter Three: The Death of Brannaw the Younger