Oren whipped his head around, nearly losing his footing. It was the girl from the scrub oak, only she was a woman now.
Category: science fiction, fantasy
This Textured Darkness, #44
From Oren’s palm a small bird flew out. Small as a bee, the three spotted falcon grew to its actual size as it winged it way above the crowd.
This Textured Darkness, #43
“I was marked by Jah when I placed my hand on the rock,” said Oren.
“The scar seems like a living thing,” remarked Fulcruchen.
This Textured Darkness, #42
“While you were tending garden, I was a man fighting in the foothills of High North.”
This Textured Darkness, #41
“Stop baiting Elymas or his liver will burst!” said the King.
This Textured Darkness, #40
“There was an unusual burst of light from Marsh Wool.”
“The fairies were playing with fire!” screamed Elymas.
This Textured Darkness, #39
The boy’s name was Jessum and it gave him deep joy to see Elymas unsettled.
This Textured Darkness #38
“My critical powers,” said the King, “though still intact, are limited by endurance. My councilor will read for me.”
This Textured Darkness, #37
‘Hand the parchment over,” said Ranald. “I’ve struggled with thoughts of my own death long enough.”
This Textured Darkness, #36
The King reached for the blue feather like a dying man reaches for hope.
