“There was an unusual burst of light from Marsh Wool.”
“The fairies were playing with fire!” screamed Elymas.
Tag: high fantasy
This Textured Darkness, #32
He’d felt well enough to plough his wife’s belly with a son.
This Textured Darkness, #31
The fever passed, only to leave him chilled and dreaming he was fighting on bloody snow.
This Textured Darkness, #20
He knew nothing about her, save that she was young and clothed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned night rail.
This Textured Darkness, #17
The scepter was held by a dying man.
