Cairn Cairn eyed the horizon. Somewhere among the rolling hills and smattering of trees lay Hedath and the monastery. He leaned into the wall of the wagon bed, shifting his attention to the clear blue sky above. Home… he thought to himself. It just doesn’t seem fair. Was everything they taught us empty? He turned …
“I’ve loaded the last of the crates, Senkal.” Old shaman grinned. “Excellent work, Gmork,” he said. “But remember, speak in Absonian, not Orcish.” Gmork sighed. Why should it matter? “Come on now, boy, don’t give me that look. There is a way to the world.” “You say that, but it seems to be their way.” …
(A note to current subscribers. I decided to rewrite the story because it just didn’t feel right. some parts my feel similar while others will be notably different. I have kept the integrity of the story as a whole, but I simply couldn’t keep writing it in its current incarnation. My goal is to always …
Ahren sifted through the piles of tomes on the table. Some were histories, others, stories submitted by authors, and a few, tales from cultures now long gone. The Library’s collection was vast, and as time went on, only grew more expansive. I wonder what you’re researching today, Mother? She left the table, continuing her search …
If only we had more time. She turned to the moon, its pale light shining down over the maze of boulders and rocky terrain. Lisha narrowed her eyes, catching a sliver of something behind it, barely peeking out. Aluna was watching from behind Narune. If I could see you in full, I’d feel more confident, …
It was like the vision. The full moon shone high in the sky, its light lengthening the shadows across the cliffs and rocky terrain. There were no drums, however. Only an eerie silence greeted them. A soft wind blew, its chilling touch caressing her skin. Lisha shuddered, her tail swishing nervously. Something was wrong. She …
Dealing With the Difficult I haven’t written a post like this in some time, but I’ve been thinking. There are moments in life when we’re given things that, while don’t appear as opportunities, often are. Many of them are hard to recognize because they deal with some kind of struggle we never expected to face. …
I’m always happy to help get the word out about book debuts for other authors. Aria Blake is a lady whom I have the honor of calling friend. For some time she has been telling me about this amazing novel, sharing snippets of the process with me. I’ve Invited Aria to write about her journey …
Many had gathered, far more than she could have imagined. Lisha looked at them, her eyes unable to soak in the sea of banners outside the Thunderhooves home. Each sat planted at the centers of the gathering Tribes’ encampments. Among stood hers. There are so many… The Thunderhoof, alongside the Sky Dancers, Ironhooves and a …
“You would take the word of a child?” Amid the soft light of lanterns, the warrior’s face looked that much more intimidating. Lisha averted her eyes, turning them toward the ground. She folded her hands together, her arms resting in front of her. “I take the word of a Windrunner Cho Sah,” Umanii replied. “Then …
Lisha shook her head, fighting to stay awake. Fatigue was setting in and her legs ached. The early morning hours seemed endless, but when dawn broke, she felt a spark of hope mingled with guilt. Lisha thought of her father. It felt wrong to leave him when he needed her, but the sense of urgency …
The stars shone brightly, and the moon was full. Lisha closed her eyes, feeling the breeze against her bare arms and cheeks. In her mind’s eye, she could see the grasses of the plains swaying on it. Yielding, but never breaking. Feel the wind. His voice was always clear and strong. She smiled as her …
