by casblomberg | Feb 7, 2015 | blog a book, Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
18th Day of Harvest Season The imp has made a mess of things. It began innocently enough. The smaller children have a difficult time bringing in the harvest. The root vegetables pose little difficulty, and that is where the youngest worked for days. If any turnips and...
by casblomberg | Jan 31, 2015 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Jan 18, 2015 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Jan 11, 2015 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Jan 4, 2015 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Dec 21, 2014 | Fantasy, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
10th Day of Harvest Season When we arrived at the twin trees, no one waited for us. I’m afraid my body can’t travel through the countryside as it once did. We missed our appointment by at least one sunset. Of Hilla and her sister, Poppy, all that remained were tracks...
