fantasy

Strom sat beside his uncle’s funeral pyre, warming his hands on the flames as the world around him died. Torrential rain poured down, and dark waves crashed against the sides of the pyramid upon which he sat. The top of the colossal building was broad, with enough room for the handful of gods...

CHAPTER ONE - the would that never heals A faint, hollow murmur bled through the blackened earth, a sound not of voice but of all things hidden and denied, spilling upward as if clawing its way through layers of consciousness. The ground here seemed to pulse, as if it had swallowed secrets too...

On the eve of the last solstice, amidst the sacred grove where the spirits of the ancestors whispered secrets to the living, stood the Shaman of Clan Gethmara. A respected figure among my tribe, was granted a vision that would ripple through the fabric of existence. As the flames of the...

Chapter One Thunk, thunk, thunk. Agri's hoe connected solidly with the soil. It wasn't naturally good, but he had worked hard to enrich it, and Leela would be pleased with the greens he was hoping to grow. Agri had labored hard to clear his small patch in the dense forest. The work...