Veron jutted awake, he was on the floor on his back. He looked around, the room was rather bright and took a moment to adjust his vision. As he stood and brushed off the strange dust, he noticed there wasn’t a nagging in the back of his mind and Haute had not revealed himself. “You’ve … Read More
Another muffled caw came through the window, “Lorcan MacBroin, you open your window! I’ll bring Valkyries next time if you don’t!”
Even my murderous cats turned tail and ran from the Plague of frogs in my kitchen.
The air was cold and getting colder with each passing day. Winter would soon be upon Terrasylvae and the now dull colors of Autumn would be replaced by a stark white. Things were settling in and it wouldn’t be long before these vibrant halls of nature would slumber for a time.
This week’s challenge focuses on getting your writing published on the website.
Surely, this was no accident. Chapels didn’t suddenly sprout foliage overnight; not even Woodland ones. This…was Shay’s doing.
I spent much of the last season empowering the Lieutenants, so they could play a larger role in the group. For this next season, I would like to do the same with the Sergeants.
Shay was almost certain she could hear chickens in her kitchen, but that was totally absurd.
“Sssssh!” Kane hissed. “Lorcan might hear us and then you’ll have definitely lost this little war.”
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Those were Kane’s apples, the prized apples of Woodland, the golden apples of the Hesperides. Kane threatened death to those that took even a single apple without permission, and somehow, he had an entire box of them.
This week’s challenge focuses on reflecting on this past season before you forget it all.
