“So,” Faiya said, moving her sword off the side of the bench and buckling it to her waist, “what do you say?” Ingeot tapped his leg thoughtfully. He always did that when he thought no one could notice. One of his ticks. “Sure,” he said, standing up, “fighting a horde of demons with you? Where … More Spark (100 Words)
“You have it?” The whisper came out of the alleyway. Recheal stopped in the street, checking around her. No one else had noticed it. They were too busy with their lives, heads down, focusing on the place they were going to instead of the route they took. “Prove yourself,” Recheal said, stepping to the edge … More Cloaked in Night (From the Archives)
The next morning, the birds sung over the Ruins of Evale. It was a haunting sound. The city should have been alive with the noise of hundreds of thousands of lives being lived. You shouldn’t be able to hear the morning songbirds this close to the walls. Tarya toed the ground with her boot. The … More The Ruins of Evale (A Teacup Story)
“Egnara,” Helet whispered at the bracelet in front of him. It glowed slightly, a warm yellow colour, before shifting to a pulsating blue. The magic was in. Now it was time to add the command. “Tegkna ael miciamp,” he said, gently laying his right hand over the bracelet, whilst the other gripped his staff tightly. … More Enchant (From the Archives)
Arian lay her grandmother’s will out on the table in front of her. The house was quiet now, the family now having left hours before. It was amazing how much a few words could tear apart them all, in so little time. Battles over the inheritance, battles over the legitimacy of their mother Irene, battles … More Keeping Secrets (From the Archives)
Vineck pulled the mask over his face. The long beak of the mask stuck our a good half a foot from his face. He adjusted the straps at the back of his head. It was heavy, heavier than he remembered it had been last week. But this week is different, he thought. This week it … More Mask (From the Archives)
Manela looked at the corpse at her feet. “Just do it,” Terak said. He always thought that this was easy to do. Necromancy was an art. It was the art of the soul, of the thing that connected the conscious mind to this dull plane of existence. Rain hammered around them. Manela wished it was … More Necromancer (A Teacup Story)
This edition of my “How To” series I’m looking at creatures & animals that populate your fantasy world – how to make them unique, how to make them fit within your world, and how to make them relevant to your story. You don’t need to build every detail One of the things about worldbuilding is … More “How To” – Creatures & Animals
“You think this is right?” Kessy kept her forehead pressed to the floor. She could hear the Guardians talking amongst themselves, as to whether she’d be allowed to take on the Challenge of Mountains. They’d be consulting with the ancestors, the guides who would take her on her journey. The ancestor’s wisdom was not to … More Ancestor's Wisdom (From the Archives)
Nadine watched as the world crumbled at his feet. The magic tore through the town, turning the buildings and people alike into dust. He lowered his hand. “It is done,” he said, pulling his gloves over his decaying hands. It was the first sign, the skin rot, before the madness took hold. He walked away … More Decay (100 Words)
