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

Playlist Part I

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!

Chapter Seventeen: The Soul Has Illusions As a Bird Has Wings

Aboard the Andromeda Ryker jerked awake to a deep wail that reverberated from the belly of the ship. The shriek washed over him like cold water, chilling his skin. Locke. Locke knew Wren was gone. He was coming. He had found them. Ryker envisioned the Druishk man, with his hellish guards, busting through the door … Continue reading Chapter Seventeen: The Soul Has Illusions As a Bird Has Wings

Chapter Sixteen: I’m Nobody! Who Are You?

Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Fawkes hated the daylight, partially because he couldn’t see as well. It wasn’t because of Eastmere’s twisting fog or faded monotones. Even in Niki, a place he’d heard was bursting with color, he hadn’t been all that impressed. Sure, the ocean and the soaring, forested cliffs were magnificent, but the color … Continue reading Chapter Sixteen: I’m Nobody! Who Are You?

Chapter Thirteen: May the Wind Tangle Your Hair With the Salt of the Sea

Aboard the Andromeda Ryker unwrapped Wren’s hands. The starchy fabric curled to the floor in long, coarse coils. Wren’s fingers were folded into fists, knuckles reddened from scraping the material. Gently, one at a time, Ryker peeled each finger from the grip. Small indented slits lifted on her palm where her nails had pressed into … Continue reading Chapter Thirteen: May the Wind Tangle Your Hair With the Salt of the Sea