Merry Christmas 2017

2017, it’s hard to believe you’re almost gone. Only a few days left to celebrate the holiday spirit, and to be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about that. Celebration isn’t a word I would use to describe the past few weeks. We didn’t get the tree up and decorated until a week beforeContinue reading “Merry Christmas 2017”

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”

Leavetaking

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 matter further. I had originally thoughtContinue reading “Leavetaking”

Penance and Offerings

36th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years after Mourning The larders are haunted. Spirits, they say, and wraiths! The children here do not need lessons on death; they are familiar with that journey. Nevertheless, I have reminded them of your promises, Sisters. We read the descriptions of paradise in the holy book. We recite theContinue reading “Penance and Offerings”

The Future is a Lie

The 31st Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The superstitions are wrong; the whispered rumors false. The future awaiting us is a lie. Sisters, with your grace leading me, I have once again discerned the truth. The rancid claws of demons embedded deep within our flesh are nothing more than petty thieves. Hope,Continue reading “The Future is a Lie”

Sofie’s Plea

The 21st day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning When the snows melted and the days became longer, when we cast off our heavy winter cloaks and the heady smells of the first blossoms drifted in from the windows, we had twenty-four acolytes. In addition to the youngsters, we had ten priests, three priestessesContinue reading “Sofie’s Plea”