“I’m my father’s son,” the King replied. “if that’s what you mean.”
Category: fiction
This Textured Darkness, #11
“Your father’s soul is at stake.”
This Textured Darkness, #10
A plague entered Casoria, and there weren’t enough men to sweep the dead from the streets.
This Textured Darkness, #9
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
This Textured Darkness, #8
The white rock was now gray, splashes of Tianne’s tears in stark relief.
This Textured Darkness, #7
In accordance with the clomping of the horses’ hooves, the farmer breathed, “Pigs . . pigs.”
This Textured Darkness, #6
The stranger was of slight build and indeterminate years, clad simply in a blue robe.
Blanche Shaw, at the Edge
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
This Textured Darkness, #5
“In the meantime, spare us this Nevers nonsense,” said Fulcruchen to Anjhest. “There’s no such thing as a Twinning Road.” “We shall see,” said Rand, plugging the… Read more “This Textured Darkness, #5”
This Textured Darkness, #4
“They’re calling twinning roads,” began Anjhest. “It is said a man will meet himself again and again, but he’ll never come to an end. Nor will he die.”
