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The Faintest Thread

The Faintest Thread

When Meira, the greatest witch of morning dew, cracked the second knuckle of her finger, a thread of silver crossed the frozen sill of the open window, swirling inside her hut and tying itself around her wrist. It was a clear morning, one that carried the promise of...
The Amulet of Yearning

The Amulet of Yearning

When first I heard about the Amulet of Yearning, I didn’t know of the simplicity of its beauty, nor the tremendous danger that lurked within its power. It was a warm and dry afternoon in the desert of Forah. My sodden tunic hugged my body, soaking up my sweat, with no...
A Pickled Inconvenience

A Pickled Inconvenience

Lord Scorthas sipped the blood in his cup, and as soon as it touched his tongue, he spurted it out through pursed lips. What was that foul taste? That sting against his tongue that made his eyes water and filled his mouth with a disgusting aftertaste? He eyed the...
The Cave of Morhan

The Cave of Morhan

The moon hung low over the cave of Morhan, like a silver sphere with gray splotches that scarred its surface and marred its beauty. The cave’s maw was ever open. No movement came from the darkness within. No sound broke the silence except for the light crackling of...
A Favor of Scales

A Favor of Scales

Amara was once more where she shouldn’t be. The candle’s flame flickered against the warm wind that swept through the room from the open window. It was a dark, starless night, one that made the mind wander in the realms of danger and shadows. She kept glancing over...