Airne found the butcher in Ardimon, but it wasn’t the same man she remembered. This man was older than Sedge’s son but nowhere near as old as Sedge. “I don’t see Sedge,” she said when she entered the shop. “Ach, nae,” he said. “Ol’ Sedge don’ passed it along t’ me when ‘is boy, Simon, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 3
The farm was, indeed, abandoned, and had been for some time. Years, if the signs of general disrepair were to be believed. The barn door lying on the ground was among the signs the family no longer lived here. Airne thought back to just before she’d left. Mikiel had run the farm since Pa died, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 2
Airne stood at the prow as the ship cut through the water. She was finally returning to her home island of Trivent, in the Dragon’s Claw Archipelago. “Nervous?” asked Evie. “No.” A moment later she said, “yes. Maybe.” “I would be,” said the young elf. “There’s nothing for me there, you know. I don’t know … Continue reading Airne’s Return
“Kyreah!” screeched Jarla, stalking toward where Lyryk had spread her bedroll. She rolled out of the way of the kick meant to wake her. “My name is ‘Lyryk,’” she said, ducking the hand that shot out to box her ear. The woman discovered early on how sensitive her ears were to a slap or pinch. … Continue reading Running To Freedom
Tomas huddled just behind the driver’s box, at the front of the wagon bed. The thin cloth of the rags draped across his thin frame did nothing to keep the chill at bay. He was on his way into yet another unnamed village with his “uncle” to sell their ill-gotten gains. Villagers never asked where … Continue reading Tomas
Qilynn watched the procession from behind her mother’s voluminous skirts. At sixteen summers, she was barely of an age to be let out of the nursery. She had begged Mama to let her finally see the Summer Queen in all her radiant glory. She’d been listening to the servants rave about the unparalleled beauty of … Continue reading Qilynn’s First Procession
I wrote my novel during National Novel Writing Month in 2022. Then, I spent the next two-plus years futzing around with the manuscript until I got it as polished as I thought I could get it. At the beginning of May, I reached out to an editor who came highly recommended by a family member. … Continue reading Moving Forward
Thursday rolls around once more and my favorite role-playing group once more gathers for their weekly session. Bert arrives first, as usual, followed by the rest of the gang. “So, who’s got a story?” asks Bert. Julie opens her notebook to a page filled with writing. “I do,” she says. *** Skrie crouched on the … Continue reading Skrie: Gathering Information
“And that’s how Gryffin came to be proprietor of Gryffin’s Garrett?” “Yep. He traveled with the Nemesis until he was hit in the knee with an arrow. They were near the western foothills of the Dragon’s Tail Range when they were ambushed by bandits.” “‘An arrow to the knee,’ how original.” Bert grins. “Meegan told … Continue reading Meegan: Mud Season
Qilynn Starpath was one of the many great-great-granddaughters of Titania, Summer Queen of the Feywild. And the only one to have not inherited the gift of sorcery. To her knowledge, Great-Great-GrandMama never knew about her. Her grandfather, Qinlamin, was not fully fey, his blood was only part-fey. Oh, he was a sorcerer of some repute, … Continue reading Qilynn of the Feywild
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