Three Authors and a Ghost

I couldn’t sleep last night. Nothing new there, I can’t sleep most nights. That’s a lie. Obviously I can sleep, only it takes a while. My brain constantly works. It doesn’t know when to shut down. Every night I close my eyes and hear an internal monologue that goes something like this: Good lunch today .Continue reading “Three Authors and a Ghost”

A New Beginning

2nd Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning When I heard the footsteps, I knew they didn’t belong to Hilla; her feet traveled a different path, one filled with the soft lift of the sun and hope. Two wardens took her place, shuffling down the damp, stone halls. Silently, they dragged me out of myContinue reading “A New Beginning”

Female Character Spotlight: Door

A few weeks ago, I started a series called: Female Character Spotlight, where I highlighted the character Adora Belle Dearheart. My goal with these spotlights is to bring attention to realistic female characters, especially within the fantasy and sci-fi genres.  I want to introduce you to amazing women, and girls, who are strong and weak, whoContinue reading “Female Character Spotlight: Door”

Answered and Unanswered Questions

1st Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning “Twin rowans guard the bend where the river turns east. Count off fourteen paces—nay, double that for your young legs—and you’ll find the overhang. If you don’t see it immediately, sweep away the vines. Sleep there. In the morning, follow the river east. Look for myContinue reading “Answered and Unanswered Questions”

Catalysts

48th Day of Ripening Season, 342 Years After Mourning Praise be upon the Seven Silver Crowns, she agreed! I was unsure. The girl’s fear is almost tangible. I can smell it each time she enters, too strong even for the damp rot to overpower. Whether she fears me, or the unknown, I cannot say, butContinue reading “Catalysts”

Our Secret

47th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The quill no longer trembles when I hold it, though I still cannot walk. A thick, sticky crust keeps my right eyelid shut, while the left eye focuses lazily on the darkness, wondering when the pain will end. It is interesting how time increases in the dark,Continue reading “Our Secret”

One by One

 46th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning  I have made a new friend, I think. Whether she is one of Imorgan’s or not, only time will tell. The newly ordained Cardinal, for I have no doubt that while she may have skipped the public ceremonies, the official sanctification of her role was institutedContinue reading “One by One”

A Vow Remembered

45th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning I awoke to the sound of scuffles, words or thoughts I know not which, trudging past, too weary to veer from the path they began. Once the confusion faded, a faint stripe of filtered light pushed back the darkness. I whispered the prayer of thanksgiving. IContinue reading “A Vow Remembered”

Awaiting Judgment

43rd Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Ten days have passed since I walked out the temple doors, down the steps, and past the throng of desperately sick victims in the street. Without a backward glance, with the lad Barly on my right and quiet Noreen on my left, we left the otherContinue reading “Awaiting Judgment”