Blackfang vaulted over a fallen log nearly half again his own height, craning his neck back to look over his shoulder as he flew to see if he was still being followed. Three black, flowing shapes, which did not mix with the surrounding shadows, fluttered from tree branch to tree branch. They were still on him. With a sharp curse, he rolled out of his landing and spun, horn bow up and ready, waiting for one of the demons to approach. He didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as he was on his feet, a black cowl poked up above the fallen tree – and promptly disappeared again with the shaft … [Read more...]
Shadow Hunter
July 15, 2011 By 2 Comments
Grevault felt like his left eye had been scooped out with a hot spoon the moment he opened it, but vision was there, if a little strange. He could see the waves of cloud above clearly with his right, but on the left, all was shards of blue heat. Memory returned faster than movement. He had been running. There was a cliff. Having fallen most of the eighty feet from escarpment to beach, Grevault drew out an updraft to arrest his drop just before landing, feet and hands slapping down against the hard-packed sand in a short, sharp staccato. The golden shard of amber he had drawn the winds from … [Read more...]
The Parable of the Apostle
July 13, 2011 By 1 Comment
The Apostle of the Light As Translated by Morvran Emar Garran, Summoner of Lorn He had come in the night, wounded from some conflict in the north. His shining indigo breastplate had been battered, the long steel sword he carried chipped and dull with use. He told them he was an Apostle of the Light, that he would free them. No one believed him. In the morning, they had come from the south, black forms inching up the ravine leading to the escarpment the town sat upon. He stood before them, this brown-haired northerner, holding his sword high in one hand, a crystal knife in the other. ‘You … [Read more...]
