Clearing skies

It was raining outside. The cold sort of rain that seeps into your bones, and muddles your mind. It wasn’t a warm spring rain that feels like a soft caress, its earthy sweet petrichor lingering on the breeze. This rain was a claw hammer pounding against the house, threatening to shatter windows and doors, and … Continue reading Clearing skies

As the spirits move you

purple man'o'war jellyfish

The story so far... King Rája languished in a hammock lashed between two stanchions buried deep into the sand. Attendants held fans over the royal, shielding him and his wizard from the harsh coastal sun. The necromancer was divining signs in the bloody bones of a sacrificial goat. “The portents are pointing to your reign … Continue reading As the spirits move you