His Mother’s Eyes Green flame roared to life engulfing Shefa. It didn't burn but in his panic, he screamed anyway. The flames died down and he found himself standing in a place he hadn’t visited for half a lifetime, the rookery where he was hatched. He was unformed, he stared at the room from… Continue reading His Mother’s Eyes
The Lorians were a long way from their homeland but as soon as killing started, they were home. These men were built for war, conceived in war and suckled at the tit of combat. Their helms did not shine in the moonlight, their breastplates did not glimmer beneath the stars. Muted greys made flesh look… Continue reading …they were home.
I wanted power. I wanted to call lightning from the sky that would burrow straight to hell. I trained. I obsessed. I grew strong. And finally, I achieved. I could fight and win without fail. I could keep my people safe, I could fulfill my purpose. I had never given thought to what I would… Continue reading The Change – from the royal journals of the last Shefa
The domain is all mine, lock, stock and barrel, bought and paid for. Suckas!
CHAPTER 3 SHEFA - KING - KALMAR Kalmar Grond sat atop his throne, impatiently tapping his finger. The heavy gold ring he wore made a very particular noise as it clacked into deep- froze wood of the chair. A runner had told him minutes before that a prisoner had escaped and was making his… Continue reading Chapter 3 King, Kalmar, Shefa