Chimes, Pt.1 I am not a very good smith. This is the sort of thing I think about in the dark of night, alone on watch with only a sleeping Tesehr and a quiet Cobalt for company. I’m not actually very skilled at smithing, despite all the practice and effort I put into it. I … Continue reading Chimes, Pt. 2
Category: Fantasy
Father, Son, and Sword
This story is related directly to The Park at Night, and indirectly to The Sword and The Birth of a Blade. My wife passed away almost nine years ago, now. I haven’t forgotten her, though I’ve forgotten bits and pieces of her. I can’t picture the exact shade of her eyes anymore, though I can see a vague impression … Continue reading Father, Son, and Sword
The Coven
“He will be here soon,” Ama said. She tried to remain calm. I remember that. But her voice had that slight quaver she gets when she’s anxious and excited, and her hands shook with a tremble greater than that inspired by her age as she set out the wine and fruit. My mother took my … Continue reading The Coven
The Park at Night
“Dad!” I call. “Come one! You have to see this.” I found something really cool in the park. Dad is mad, one, that I’m up so late at night, and two, that I woke him up at a time when both of us should be sleeping. I don’t care. This is totally worth it. … Continue reading The Park at Night
Avela
Avela sits on the edge of the city, legs crossed and hands on hans knees, with hans face turned upward toward the stars, the moon, and the nebula. Ne basks in their light, absorbing it through hans shell. Ne has cast aside hans clothing, for ne wishes to taste their light as it is. Each … Continue reading Avela
Sheth
In a time long since passed, in far south-west Nerrona, where people fight not against each other, nor the evils of Kainorh, but against the heat of the sun, there lived a village of folk who made a mistake in their worship. They were not, on the surface, foolish people. They carved out a place … Continue reading Sheth
Nobody Wins
“I don’t like you much anymore, Master Evran,” Gleam said. Evran tilted his head to one side. “What’s that, now?” “I said I don’t like you,” Gleam repeated. Evran swirled the wine within his glass, amusing himself by bringing the edge of the liquid right up to the brim of his glass, as close as … Continue reading Nobody Wins
