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 in the mud. She hadContinue reading “Reunion”
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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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
