"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!
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Atlas desperately wanted to sleep. It wasn’t just that he was tired—though he hadn’t slept in, he counted them, thirty-three hours, and that at Aryn’s—it was that he was so gods damned tired of people wanting things from him that if another bedraggled kid claiming anything about him even so much … Continue reading Chapter Eighteen: A Really Good Excuse
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
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?
Eastmere, Mjimeri, Central Isle Every day there were new faces in the bakery. Central was always filled with tourists, no matter the time of day or year, and Eliza loved every second of living there. She had her regulars, of course, stopping by before work or dropping in for a midmorning snack between errands, and … Continue reading Chapter Fifteen: One Day Left
The Roiling Strait, present day Apata rose from sleep slowly. Her head was mercifully without pain. Mother Sun was high in the sky. The sky itself was clear, barring small tufts of fluffy white clouds here and there. The strait was as calm as it could be without alluding to a storm that her dinghy … Continue reading Chapter Fourteen: What the Triage Nurse Portends
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
Lucent Sea Rhia had three undeniable problems. First, the soup tasted like days old fish. She dipped her spoon into the pot and watched, horrified, as the utensil came away coated in chunked clam. Or, at least, she hoped it was clam, but who knew what in the thousand darknesses it truly was. The trip … Continue reading Chapter Twelve: Out of This Nettle We Pluck This Flower