Allegiance to the Bedlam

Baroness Vilaya emerged from the night like a horrible memory, her cape rising like the cursed wings of a moth in the electric rain. A butterfly mad with bloodlust. Front lit by the Fire Moon as she was, she looked aflame, as if she'd wrapped herself in a cloak of embers. I was drawn to… Continue reading Allegiance to the Bedlam

In Sight of the Spirits

Mukaru reached Spirit Palace late, just as the sky went golden at the hour of sundown. He hopped silently from his uleox--one of the few animals native to this planet, something akin to a camel-elephant hybrid--and let it wander down to a nearby spring to rehydrate while he got his bearings. The spirits would soon… Continue reading In Sight of the Spirits