Ears ringing from the screeching of saws and the dinging of hammers, Navigator Tramais steered the Nervidia down the throat of the Laughing Cat. Sculpted into the rockface by warlocks’ chantry, the stone-fanged maw of the conspicuous cove arched about a gallows’ height above the royal yard of the ship’s mainmast. From the crow’s nest, the ship’s Daybreak Lookout forever joked that he narrowly missed the hangman’s noose, whenever the ship passed between the Laughing Cat’s most prominent fangs…
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Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Thirteen
Kimio kicked the carriage door open. Since his stay in Glaiven’s fishbowl prison, he ailed of entrapment as starkly as he ailed of cabin fever. He gripped the doorframe and leaned out the doorway, until only the tips of his toes met the floor. The moist spritz that hitchhiked across Zaliradai, via its chilled winds, pelted Kimio’s uniform in prickly droplets. Delivered at the exhilarating speed of charging horses, the watery acupuncture revitalized him. For the first time since his kidnapping, Kimio felt lively…
Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Eleven
Talsis dismounted along a moist, dirt path. The deer-trodden trail passed through an evergreen forest, down the jagged rockface of a ten-foot cliff, and into the soft, white sand of a small, hidden beach. The forest’s last line of defense against the encroaching sea was a row of crooked cedar trees. Their roots fought to sap nutrients from the thin soil that topped the cliff; they competed for space and sustenance. The trees appeared as a row of poorly trained archers, cowering between the parapets of a sylvan fortress. Beneath the forested cliff, loud, violent waves splashed onto the shore, inching closer to the rockface with each pulse…
Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Nine
Theirs was a forbidden love; the melding of magic not meant to mix. Theirs was a farmhouse in a forgotten forest; the canopy that covered their scars. Theirs were the elf-twins, Fruyr and Kimio, who tore their sheltering shade asunder…
Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Seven
As the infernal core of a world pulses against the bedrock and warms the sea above it, Kimio felt heated from his heels to his scalp. His empty stomach churned from hunger and wrath, like ocean waves that beat against the hulls of sailing ships. Kimio was angry to be alive and yet deprived. Some time ago, Glaiven revived Kimio with a serum containing powdered unicorn horn, and then left him to rot under the tyranny of his cellmate. Each time the prisoners were fed, the siren snatched Kimio’s portion. Her fattening fishtail had started to look as delectable as it was shiny…
Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Five
Glaiven knew the medics would soon patch Uuinora up and discharge her for combat; war waited for no one, neither would Uuinora. Even if Uuinora’s injury was severe enough to plaster her to a hospital bed for a few days or longer, her impatience and impulsiveness would prevail over her stunted prudence. The minute she was certain she could trust her organs to remain tucked behind her stitches, she would suit up and head out. The primal instinct to move once able was embedded in Uuinora’s core, birthed long ago from a deep hatred of being left behind…
Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter One
Kimio dropped beneath a thorny, overhanging arm of the monstrous blackberry bramble that concealed his and Fruyr’s fort from less inquisitive eyes. The moist residue of a late, spring rain muddied the lining of an abandoned burrow, which served as the fort’s natural entryway. Kimio slid down the burrow, soiling the light-colored linen of his trousers, wearing out the traction on the soles of his sandals, and caking his bare toes in mud. He landed on the muddy floor of the single-chamber fort, with a squirming, squealing piglet tucked under his armpit…
The Twin Terror Realms
The deepest dread / Hides among the dead / Clawed fingers, gnarled hands / Scrape the mists of the Shadowlands / Grasp adventurers’ ankles / Trap them either above or below / Until the darkest door devours / Or the raunchiest ranch ravishes / Their valorous souls…
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