Tag: fantasy
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The Sword of Pemphero
“You’re just a gardener,” Bennet sneered as he raised Pehmphero’s sword high and brought it down on the magician. Nico felt a surge of power rise up through him erupting in a roar as he raised his father’s sword against the blow. When the sword shattered, fine crystalline pieces flew through the air, as potent…
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Jeanne and Spyte
The Luccai were a gentle people who lived in the northern mountains of Drear. Their log homes dotted the foothills and great herds of sheep would range along the mountainside with shepherds and the great shaggy dogs who kept them safe from lurking predators. Many of the young women spent their summer days foraging for…
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Hiking to Outlook Point
“Tell me about your brother,” Lex said breathily as they climbed up the rocky slopes. The horses grazed in the foothills below them, content to wait for their return. Pebbles shifted under their boots and instinctively they reached for one another. “He’s a hermit,” Aydin said as he pulled Lex up next to him. “Ever…
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Memories of Thetis
The tides were pulling out when Corin wandered down to the beach. Sand and rock glistened as the sun struck them, drying them with warm late morning rays of light. The shells of stranded invertebrates wriggled in search of cover. They disappeared one by one as the young man walked by, following the beach south…
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Inheritance
“And sometimes you will feel like a god among men. Every fiber of your soul will tear itself into a thousand pieces of burning emotions melting your spirit and molding it until you’ve reshaped yourself in the image of your truth, a creature of wrath and grace.’ “When the sunlight rains down on the monstrosity…
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Nico
Alpheus stretched his arms above his head as he gazed up at the night sky, wondering at the shining silver sphere and the winking points of light. Selene, goddess of the moon, was up there and he sincerely hoped that she was gazing down on him. The memories of their nights together tugged at his…
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Dragon’s Steel
Outlook Point was a flat topped mountain of the northern range, said to have been sliced by the blade of the river god, Alpheus, in an attempt to court the moon, Selene. Their son, Nico, stood at the southern edge, overlooking the vast camp of men in the valley below. Their fires flickered, like twinkling…
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Nymph’s Guardian
Lex didn’t feel the tears that were streaming down her face as she gazed up at the unicorn, Fledge. Something like a dam had burst inside her, a childhood memory bittersweet and gut wrenching, as she reached out her hand filled with a melancholy hope. When Fledge nuzzled against her palm she felt a warmth…
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The Edge of the World
The crashing of the waves at the base of the cliffs was like static to Lex, loud but easily tuned out, as she stood gazing out to the west. Sea birds circled overhead, calling out to one another in a cacophony that was much harder to ignore than the waves. The sun dimmed as it…
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A Portrait of Marlow
“I heard you painted the portrait of my brother’s wife.” “Y-yes my lord,” Argus answered as he bowed before the opulent throne where Maverick, one of the twelve lords of Drear, sat lazily stroking the gray cat in his lap. He was a tall thin man, with sharp features and long limbs that reminded him…
Paper and Rabbits 