And we were on the tree proper, and there was nothing more to be said. A set of stairs had been carved by ages and hands and fire, spiralling down into the depths of the trunk. Quen paused at the entrance to the stairs. “The Regent awaits,” he gestured ahead. Jay stepped onto the stairs, … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 6)
There were no more clearings, and the forest floor was covered in darkness. Gleaming objects poked out of the foliage and leaf rot. I paused and nudged one with my foot. It rolled over, rotting leaves clinging to it. Ivory. Bone. I looked up, and the area changed in shape. Features became recontextualized. Rocks and … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 5)
There was no transition. To someone with more powerful flights of fancy, the trip between worlds would be something monumental, grandiose. Something to write poems about, novels, entire legends. The bi-frost fridge. The commune with the gods. It was simply a step through the gate instead. There was no transition between reality and the Green … Read moreGale Rising (Part 69)
Eyes fluttered back open, and the world had shifted underneath me. Heart thumped in my chest. The lights were still dimmed. None had come to wake me up. I ran my hands across the sheets (stitched after the fall of man, all things had been) and then across my head. Felt my heart pound through … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 4)
Quen led us past room after room. Several of the exhibits had been taken out by collapsed rooms, but most were intact. Past the cafeteria, I saw more Crows. Meals were being handed out on new tables; the windows overhead were opened so that birds could fly in and out. They stared at us, pausing … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 3)
The city of Atlanta stretched before me. Another re-purposed place for the after-party of America. Nothing more than pain spread drooling across bricks. Another stark reminder of… everything I hadn’t wanted to think about. Comparatively, Quen was a positive obstacle. Quen stood proud, towering over the other birds, and stared down at our party. Waiting … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 2)
Cupid has an opposite, the angel of heartbreak. Their job is to break up couples that don’t belong together. Their job is a lot harder and they’re getting a little fed up with these stupid humans. Cupid stared at the sobbing form, curled up on the ground. Someone had tossed a blanket over her. She … Read more[WP] Cupid has an opposite, the angel of heartbreak. Their job is to break up couples that don’t belong together. Their job is a lot harder and they’re getting a little fed up with these stupid humans.
With the sheriff informed, Scoured Reach moved slowly from a relaxed peace to a nervous anxiety. There weren’t that many civilians that weren’t hardened around Scoured Reach; businesses moved forward to cater to adventurers, mercenaries, sell-swords, and whatever rogues that needed to find a place to lie low. A week past. Fevered mutterings among guild … Read moreGuildmaster’s Guidance (Part 8)
Less than a month ago by my timeline, I’d been a physicist working for the United States Extranormal Containment agency, Georgia branch. The world had been covered in humans unaware of how close they were to death, whether it came from the presence of the great elder pantheon looking down upon the petri dish of … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 1)
The hairs rose on the back of my neck. Goosebumps down my arms, chills through my spine. I’d hoped that was what he was going to say. That he’d have a miracle cure. But looking at his face, hesitation rimming his eyes, the thumping of his heart in my wind sense, I knew there was … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 68)