I apologize for the fact that this does not continue Shadows, but I wanted to let this idea free from my mind before it escaped me. For a time, Ytha felt only the joyful bliss of love. Den looked at her with his eyes full of something she had never expected to experience, but it was what … Continue reading The Right Words
“Did we do the right thing?” Telal asks He has no real reason to visit me, other than to ask her that question. I haven’t seen him at all for the past week. I suspect he has been avoiding me. I certainly haven’t sought him out. He has no reason to be awake this early, … Continue reading How Do You Know?
This immediately follows Toward the City. I originally meant to publish it the next day, but somehow I managed to forget. I have no cloth to cover my face, and Garth doesn’t provide me with one. The smell is unpleasant, to say the least. I bring my hood around my face and breath through that. … Continue reading The Sewers
I see the city growing in the distance long before we reach it. I see it from high above, first, a growing, irregular shape in the distance, solidifying as the haze caused by daylight slowly peels back as we move toward it. At first, I do not know it for what it is. I think … Continue reading Toward the City
The Laws Nameless Goodbye I miss Kana and Telal. It is an odd thought, one which I never had thought I might have. For one thing, I never expected to be away from them. It felt as though I was destined to spend my whole life in Kana’s house, sleeping in her closet. For another, … Continue reading On the Road
“Inspector,” Torgald said, bowing respectfully. “I’m glad you could make it out today. “No you’re not,” the woman said. She had a severe cast to her face, with the sort of mouth you could tell at a glance was eternally downturned. Her clothes, wrapped tight around her body, looked as stiff and uncomfortable as her … Continue reading The Inspector
The Diamond Library I Ley was not meant for this kind of work. After only two hours of her allotted time, she began to wonder why she had believed she could do this. She pushed on anyway. She was not a scholar. Her son was the scholar — she felt great pride at his achievements … Continue reading The Diamond Library II