Demessie I — Gone
The smell of woodsmoke woke him. He lay on his mat and watched the light move on the wall — a pale bar across the clay, sharp-edged, climbing slow. Past sunrise.
Fiction
Meda I: A Kingdom Before The Fall
A droning hum spiralled—and inside the vibration, the rhythmic tread of thirty thousand men.
A Hissing Sound
Thunder growled outside her window, making Dinah shiver. Silver flashes streaked across her bedroom walls, sneaking through the cracks in the heavy pink drapes.