There is a certain feeling behind opening a door. It’s a feeling of release, as the pressure between the two spaces equalizes. It’s a feeling of resistance, too, as you fight against that pressure in the moment before it gives way, and as you fight the workings of the door itself, which, perhaps, is not … Continue reading Unlimited
Tag: Short Fantasy
Taudanon’s Disorder
“Our final question of the day comes from a Commonwoman who wished to keep her identity anonymous.” Lauta inhaled. She had already been watching the viewscreen intently, but now her ears turned toward it, and her nostrils flared subconsciously as the entirety of her being focused on the words of Speaker Dauren. On the screen, … Continue reading Taudanon’s Disorder
Abandon
He knew, even back when the first vestiges of his plan had begun to form in his head, that his students would not approve of his actions this night. Even Evran, whose willingness to push the boundaries of acceptability had led Colomb to end his apprenticeship, would have found his actions questionable. Normal people would … Continue reading Abandon
Becoming, Part XIII
Becoming, Part I Becoming, Part XII Rystala did not easily accept her fate. She screamed and cried for help, even as, from beneath her bed, she withdrew a sword. It took me by surprise, though of course I was not concerned. I would not have expected her to possess as word, let alone wield one. … Continue reading Becoming, Part XIII
Cyrène
The knock at the door startled Leoth. He jumped. It was not an inherently frightening sound, and he was not one to be easily frightened, but people rarely, if ever, came knocking at their door. People almost never came knocking bearing pleasant tidings. People didn’t come this late at night, either. Baruch lifted his head … Continue reading Cyrène
Becoming, Part XII
First Entry: Becoming, Part I Latest Entry: Becoming, Part XI The humans removed me from the village. Perhaps this should not have surprised me, but it did, at the time. Rystala stormed off after my proclamation, but I simply sat and waited for her, expecting that, as this was her home, she would be forced to return … Continue reading Becoming, Part XII
First Flight
The first time Avery flew was in the dead dark of a winter night, while his mother and a good portion of the city were fast asleep in their warm beds. Trembling with the fear that his mother might awaken to discover him preparing to leave — or worse, that she would be awake when … Continue reading First Flight
Witch-Fungus
It strikes me how a person can be told a thing, and listen to that thing, and believe they have internalized it, all without actually learning that thing. There is a major difference, I think, between knowing something as a fact, and having learned it; between recognizing that something is true and having it become … Continue reading Witch-Fungus
An Excerpt from the Journal of Lord Rand Telmyr
Lord Ember has fallen. Perhaps that sounds overly dramatic, given that the man still lives, but I can’t seem to think of it any other way. He gave Emberhold over to Lora Drois. She’s now the ruler of his people, not him. How could he have done this? I’ve known Ember since we were boys. … Continue reading An Excerpt from the Journal of Lord Rand Telmyr
Lore
“I have requested this audience because I believe that I can be of service.” King Avold stared down at the young man from the dais on which his throne perched. The boy, if he could be called that, had not so much requested the audience as demanded it. King Avold’s underlings had been afraid to … Continue reading Lore
Daydreams 