I should have known it wouldn’t last.
I…had known.
Squeezing my eyes tight, I stood in the center of the Ravenskeep, wings fluttering around me like the whispers of my mind. Continue reading
I should have known it wouldn’t last.
I…had known.
Squeezing my eyes tight, I stood in the center of the Ravenskeep, wings fluttering around me like the whispers of my mind. Continue reading
Josan clutched the doorframe, doubling over with a ragged cough. Smoke pricked his eyes with a hundred tiny daggers. He gagged, pressing his face into the crook of his arm.
Orange flickers laced the opposite side of the great hall, wreathing ornate tapestries in smoke. Josan’s guard gripped his shoulder from behind. As if Seris could defend against this siege.
I remember when I was a child. Strange, the things one thinks about as they are dying.
I catch the doorframe of the castle gate with a painful gasp. Each breath burns in my chest as poison races through my veins. I clench one bloody fist against my ribs. It’s only a shallow cut, but it’s enough when poison is involved. Continue reading
Words are powerful. Pictures are even more so.
I drop the rift-bitten feather.
Again.
I mean, to be completely honest it’s the wind’s fault. She seems to like teasing me. Getting me in trouble. Giving all the young ones something to laugh about. Like they don’t have enough of that as it was.