Charlie
Charlie put the cat down reluctantly and watched longingly as it wandered up to the door and through the cat flap its thoughtful owners had installed. She turned away and blinked in the bright sun. It was still cool, the first signs of Spring only just appearing and she wished that Summer felt closer. The … Continue reading
Pilgrimage
They called him the Wolf Knight. His true name, if he’d ever had such a thing, had been forgotten, replaced by a thousand stories of his sword smoking with the blood of his enemies under a bright moon. His presence was said to make even the bravest knights of the realm weak with fear as … Continue reading
In The Valley
Dust devils danced across the horizon, clearly visible even from behind the protective walls of the base, too regular and too fast to be natural phenomenon, especially so close to nightfall. Kayli called out for Elina and then triggered the alarm to put the base on alert. The third attack on her watch. She was … Continue reading
The Red Tower
The tower stood on a cliff, white stone crumbling into the sea below and the swirl of the wind flecking the tower’s sandstone walls with salt spray. The tower had stood for centuries. Once, it was a guard tower for those keeping watch for invasion from the waves or maybe a high point from … Continue reading
Little Marked One
Her footsteps were nightmares and she was only eleven. Only eleven with dark hair and eyes somewhere between purple dawn and orange sunset. They shone in the moonlight, but only if you weren’t looking, and this girl was going to save the world. At least, she was supposed to, but for the moment he … Continue reading
Ghost Story
The second of the two stories from the last writer’s meeting. This is the first of the two I wrote, feeling a little bit flippant about ghost stories, since horror isn’t something I haven’t really dabbled in. So I twisted the specification of a ghost story to a fantasy genre with a silly pun. Hope … Continue reading
On Being A Hero
It’s not unusual for me when I’m walking down the street alone, music playing into my ears, to sink into a fantasy world where the path is beset with a foe of some kind – bandits, assassins, or twisted servants of evil. This all takes place in my head, so I appear to the vast … Continue reading
Tornmile: Part 52
Tornmile Part LII: Out of the Frying Pan Seren felt the rock scrape against her back, tearing her tunic and biting into her flesh. The impact of the water had separated her from Johreel and though she twisted to look for him, silt kicked up from the seabed obscured her vision. The undertow pulled at … Continue reading
Tornmile: Part 51
Tornmile Part LI: The Poison in the Cup Johreel whipped past the outer marker and saw the red scarf there as he had expected: the Magister had returned and Seren had been able to leave the marker. He wondered whether she was really in danger, but the surgeon had been adamant and the subject was … Continue reading
Tornmile: Part 50
Tornmile Part L: The Golden Hawk Mishak pushed the girl ahead of him out into the large square that sprawled before the mansions of the city’s Northern district. The bland name belay the expense of the buildings and the nobility that lived there, but now was not a time for musing on the vanity of … Continue reading
