by casblomberg | Sep 7, 2014 | Book, creativity, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Aug 30, 2014 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Aug 22, 2014 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
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...
by casblomberg | Aug 17, 2014 | Book Blog, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
45th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After MourningI 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...
by casblomberg | Aug 8, 2014 | Book Blog, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
43rd Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After MourningTen 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...
by casblomberg | Aug 1, 2014 | Book, Book Blog, Fantasy, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
39th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Overcome with a bittersweet spirit, I write these words knowing they might be my last for a time. The temple and the bells of forgiveness continue to chime and I fear I can no longer in good conscience delay the...
