Seawrack: Chapter Seven, Part Two

Seawrack: Chapter Seven, Part Two

Tahn and Yashta make Berylla an offer.

“Well, hey there, stranger! Haven’t seen you in a week, my girl!” “Hi, Daffyd.” Berylla grinned and gave him a quick hug. The Gorran man’s amber eyes sparkled a bit as he grinned back at her. He knew good and well why she’d been gone so long, but clearly he wanted to make much of her in front of these folks. She wondered why, but she was content to wait and see what happened next. Yashta and…

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Seawrack: Chapter Six, Part One

In this week's chapter, we rejoin Peregrine Shandralkir and his sister as they begin their time away from home...

Peregrine Shandralkir stepped off the ferry with a heartfelt sigh. He devoutly hoped they would not be required to travel by water again for many days. His stomach roiled, and he put another peppermint in his mouth as his sister came up to him. Eglantine smirked, amused as always by his discomfort, and then beckoned to him. “Our things are at the inn, but I want to go to the temple straight away.…

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Seawrack: Chapter Eight, Part One

Berylla arrives in Copper Bluff

Berylla stepped out into the main square of the town of Copper Bluff, and took a good long look around her. The sky above her head was a shade of blue like nothing she’d ever seen over the Brightcoral Coast, with barely any clouds to soften the sun’s rays. It was just as hot here as in Sudhaven, too, except there was no water in the air: the breeze wafted over her and snatched the sweat off her…

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Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part One

Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part One

Two travelers stepped past the Remnant Gatekeeper and stood patiently in the queue to hand over their travel tokens. Just two among the throng, they moved with ease and confidence, clearly accustomed to the crowds. The man was a Tass, his cat-like ears pricked forward and tail kept close to his body to protect it from the crush; the Zeru woman with him was of similar build, but the sun sparkled…

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In the Garden: Poetry

A piece of original poetry for you all this morning!

Winter Morning Chill air with frigid fingers Brushes my neck; Sharp scent of wood smoke Teases my nose. The grass is frosted: Silver tissue over emeralds. The stillness of the icy world Just before dawn: A hush as fragile as a snowflake, Patterned by birds awakening. The feral mist runs away As the tranquil sun tiptoes over the trees And peeks over them to break the dawn silence A…

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In the Garden: A Touch of Shadow

In the Garden: A Touch of Shadow

The cottage door stands open, despite the chill in the air. You can hear music from inside: something classical, with violins and a flute and a lively melody. Curious, you go in. To your surprise, the old woman isn’t in the front room as she usually is. The music seems to be coming from her kitchen. You can hear someone moving around in there, as well. But when you reach the kitchen door, you…

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