15 – Tor
Tor had been on the bottom for three days.“Three damn days,” he thought, spitting sand and blood between his teeth.And no one had come for him yet. It had all…
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Tor had been on the bottom for three days.“Three damn days,” he thought, spitting sand and blood between his teeth.And no one had come for him yet. It had all…
Being the only woman among the guards was not a privilege.It was a brand. Not written, not openly spoken, but present in every muffled laugh, in every challenging glance.The others…
Thalen had spent more years in the boathouse than in his own home. It wasn’t a building like the others: it rose over the harbor like a sleeping giant, all…
The tavern was a filthy hole, steeped in smoke and rancid grease. The air stank of days-old spilled beer and poorly burned firewood. Rask drank in small sips from a…
Kaelir Veynn was not a soldier, nor a colonist driven by dreams of glory. He was a cartographer, the most renowned of the Republic, chosen for a task that intertwined…
Ta’ha, an old settler of the New World, still leaned on her worn staff, yet the memories of the journey to those distant lands were etched in her mind with…
It was the dead of night. Venn held the pen steadily, even though his heart was pounding wildly. He still could not believe the fortune that had befallen him: an…
The mountains of the Root People were a labyrinth of twisted trunks and vines as thick as ropes. Sunlight rarely filtered through: air currents pushed black clouds over the peaks,…
Jaren stood still at the entrance of the High Hall. He didn’t move, except for the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath the breastplate. His place was not…
The ground was dry as burnt paper, and it stank. Not of flowers or hay or anything that could remind one of life, but of iron, dryness, and ancient death.…