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  • Tale of Red Mysterium #9: Taina I

    #9. TAINA IThe sun shown brightly over the realm of Botansa. It was mid-summer here, and though the season had been wetter and cooler than normal, the heat was still enough to form a thick sheen of sweat across Taina’s body. She was lifting up a post, lining it up with the hole in the…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #8: Skuller I

    #8. SKULLER I The fog of Baken Bay crept around them like the breath of a wraith. It brought with it a chill that left Skuller and his crew shivering in the night, the only thing providing light a small tin lamp suspended above their raft on a rope. Skuller turned to his first mate,…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #7: Bahkis II

    #7. BAHKIS II The view from the Maelstrom Mage Suite at the Height Line Hotel had unparalleled views. Nestled against a mountain near the coast, the penthouse apartment had a full view of the bay to the south, the luscious pine forest that surrounded the town, and the beautiful, setting sun. Bahkis was reclining in…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #6: Nabras Kahn III

    #6. NABRAS KAHN III It was a sunny day in Yearma Academy. Nabras was on her way to the Hillerman Lookout on the mainland. It was early, her classes were still hours off, so she had decided to make a long hike out to this romantic lookout she had heard so much about from her…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #5: Nabras Kahn II

    #5. NABRAS KAHN II Nabras sat within a small cafe, a cup of tea and a scone in front of her. The food, though, was dwarfed by the piles of tomes she had brought with her. She sat a table for four with her wide brimmed hat slung across the back of chair. She was…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #4: Trand & Debrosh II

    Trand lay on his cot, staring up at the ceiling. The grey hodgepodge was uneven, shaped roughly with unpracticed hands. It was evident that little effort was put into its making, and with the ease of magical power that was present in the Tularaans, that in itself was an insult. He couldn’t shake the rage…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #3: Bahkis I

    He strode down the hall with an intimidating purpose. It was the sharp clack of his boots on the paving stones, the swishing and tinkling of his overcoat. Even the rhythmic hit of his saber on his hip gave the impression of him being a train that would not be stopped. Bahkis was one of…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #2: Nabras Kahn I

    Nabras was practically skipping down the street with joy, her hands uncontrollable as she danced down the street. The light inside her was so elevating she felt like she was barely holding onto the ground. Gravity had little hold on her now, she had just received the best news in the world. She was going…

  • Tale of Red Mysterium #1: Trand & Debrosh I

    It was the type of hot summer day that adhered to the body, trapped it like a fly on glue. Trand could feel every crease in his shirt, every place it clung too tightly to him, soaked through with sweat. The thin cotton was saturated by now, and he could feel the perspiration dripping from…

  • Obsidian Skies #1 – A Journey of Small Beginnings

    For Pretty, it was another mild night on the ship. She lay on her back, curled up under the blankets of her small cot and lazily reading a tablet with all the vigor of a lazy seal. Her fingers flicked from right to left, easing one viewing page to the next, each a different technical…

  • The Link of Mastus – Entry I

    Embers, embers in every direction. Blots of flame against darkness, a rising of ash amidst the nothingness. What is burning? In a world of nothing, what could potentially catch flame? But now he was rising, ascending through the piling ash, the embers catching at the hem of his cloak and the scabbard of his blade.…

  • A Story of Naughts

    Tell me of The unbreathable air and the undrinkable water, and the untouchable land. Tell me of the broken things. The things that crawl in darkness and filth, the things that no one could love. Tell me of yourself. Tell me of the story of naughts, of all the things amiss. Let me know of…

  • The Belly of Darkness

    When I open my eyes, I see darkness. I feel the shallow pool of the wet lands of my dreams. They eat at me, biting each night and leaving a wound, one that boils with the fear of the unknown. – I try and escape these premonitions of dank gore, of the undulating belly that…

  • The Tyrant Hunter

    There was a subtle quietness that stretched over the misty bog. There were two figures lurking in the dark there, prodding at a divot in the bushes, a murky hole beneath the hardy Acalanth that had taken root there. Unlike the trees from most planets, this one had three separate root systems that created a…

  • Mineral Rhythms

    There was no opal in my one, open eye. I saw no dreams, spoke no truths that shifted the mountains. My words are a single pick upon the stone, I lack the power, my dynamite has no fuse. I can only move my hands in strange rhythms and sapphire beats. I an only lift up…

  • Iteration 91

    Iteration 91 I When Jacob Smock awoke, the first thing he realized was that the world spun a lot more than it used to before… no answers came, just the dizzy spinning of something working its way out of his system. Though he had woken up in similar ways many times, this was the first…

  • Shattered Sunsets via 2012

    Amber twilight dreams fly carelessly They go where they please Appease their mind with soft words. But even in the brightest of times, Darkness is inevitable. Inescapable and certain. But even that is short lived. Because shattered sunsets can heal.

  • Downward Spirals

    I am languishing in the river of love where it parts on both sides and passes me leaving my dry and cracked skin thirsty for touch. I have no crutch on which to lean, only a vision of a time, sublime in its entirety, locked away by an amalgam of years yet to be.  …

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