spinning yarns from heartstrings
The people gathered around her body, awed and heartbroken, dumbfounded and silent. She’d been their protector and guardian since well before a good many of them were even born. They knew not who felled her, for none was brave enough to confess to committing a crime so dark and heinous the punishment would be far […]
I had some computer issues yesterday afternoon, and so I forgot to post this to the site. I’m backdating it so it shows up on the day it was meant to show up, as that was when I actually completed it. I have to say, I have really been enjoying the challenge of Inktober. I […]
From across the dungeon, Asin-al Liada watched the members of her party fall. Luatha of the temple of Nistaari was the first to fall, the lich dooming them all with that carefully planned strike against the cleric. The barbarian, Tom Barkskin, lie pinned beneath his maul, dead eyes staring at nothing. Laughing Isharti, the jovial […]
Everything good came in threes; Mama always said that, but Hark seriously doubted her reasoning. Three sons were born before Papa disappeared, not at the same time, but over a course of five years. He took off when the youngest was six and Hark was eleven. He was born first, but Mama said it didn’t […]