The Priest’s Death

15th Day of Harvest Season Only a fool wishes to hold life and death in his hands. I have learned long ago both are too heavy for human hands. Heart heavy with the burden of what’s been lost, and what remains to be done, I report that Brother Trinn passed through the Seven Arches notContinue reading “The Priest’s Death”

Gone

13th Day of Harvest Season Niles is missing. Ellison and Barly rose before the others. They saw his untouched bed and after further inspection, noticed his bag was missing. They assured me he’s disappeared before and he’s always returned. Where the boy goes is a mystery. When he returns, he never speaks about his timeContinue reading “Gone”

The Tinker

12th Day of Harvest Season “He threatened us.” Niles grabbed another piece of wood and bent it, testing its strength. The youth has been busy. At least three other bows, in various states of design hang from pegs on one wall in the old barn. He has pushed a wooden table into the corner andContinue reading “The Tinker”

An Unexpected Discovery

11th Day of Harvest Season I had meant to begin today’s entry recounting the changes at the farm, unfortunately events unfolded that now push my thoughts into darker territory. Brother Milton and I took every precaution when we left the temple. We waited until the bells stopped ringing, leaving during the darkest period of night.Continue reading “An Unexpected Discovery”

A Dwarven Oath

9th Day of Harvest Season “How long will you allow that charlatan to run the temple? To lay hands on people in the name of the Seven Holies?” “Master Gryst, it’s complicated.” “Complicated? How complicated can it be? She’s starving everyone. Last I checked, that was murder.” “And we are so pious in Sarond, isContinue reading “A Dwarven Oath”

Posting Fiction to a Blog

For those of you who don’t know, normally every weekend I update the Jakob’s Journal section of my site. Jakob is a priest at the Temple of the Seven Sisters in Aramas, a city in my novel Ashborne. Aramas is a rich city, founded on the coin of traders and catering to two warring nations.Continue reading “Posting Fiction to a Blog”

Losing Arguments

7th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning I spent all day debating with myself, only to discover I have lost the argument. At least the hopeful side of me has. The side that is still a little boy filled with a child’s belief that all will turn out for the best, that evilContinue reading “Losing Arguments”

Why I Would Stop Reading a Book

For at least a year now, I’ve been interested in steampunk. Not interested in the way where I rush out and buy every steampunk novel on the market and start collecting old gears interested, but more of a mild curiosity kind of interest. I guess I’m beginning to flirt with steampunk. If I see an articleContinue reading “Why I Would Stop Reading a Book”

New Arrivals

6th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Days After Mourning The message arrived before dawn, and mine were the only eyes to see it. For two days, I have risen before first prayer to check on the birds in the early morning silence, hidden from watchful eyes. Thankfully, we are too short-handed to assign a priestContinue reading “New Arrivals”

Midnight Mercies

4th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning Today marks the second day Brother Trinn and I walked among the families of the sick. He pressed a crisp sheet of baked wheat mixed with bark into eager hands, while I followed behind and offered sips of weak ale from a ladle. The refugees knowContinue reading “Midnight Mercies”