Chapter 8: Invitation to the Table
They huddled in the dark, too shaken to speak. What little moonlight slipped through the veil of vines at the […]
Greyloch
Chapter 7: The Price of Asking
The day opened warm and bright, sunlight drifting between thinning branches to stripe the game trail in shifting gold. The
Chapter 6: Eat, and You Shall Never Be Clean
The morning sun filtered weakly through the trees, casting pale gold into the hollow. The air was cool, still damp
Chapter 5: In the Owl’s Debt
Shade moved ahead of the others with the silent, practiced ease of someone who’d spent most of his adult life
Chapter 4: What the Grave Could Not Stomach
A blur of red and black sliced past Serathis as he twisted away. He struck with his tail, catching the
Chapter 3: Shadows Over Timberflow
Rain clung to everything. It beaded on the rough-hewn palisade, slicked the roots underfoot, and turned the trail along Timberflow’s
Chapter 2: Dreams of Hunger and Stone
The eastern grasslands sparkled with a golden hue. Down in the riverbed, the Silverstream hissed quietly as it brushed against
Chapter 1: Baptism of Venom
Late afternoon on a warm fall day, the last traces of summer hang in the air. Streaks of golden light
The Battle of Wals Bridge
Old Hennish laughed as the children bickered and yelled, “All right, all right,” he said softly, gently waving his hands to signal for them to be calm, “Old Hennish knows what story ye like, We shall tell the tale of St Cedric, and the Battle for Wals Bridge.”