Gambling The Sky

The stranger brought the smell of stars with him. He walked into the taberna like he owned it, a proud tilt to his shoulders and the gait of a warrior. He was hooded and his cloak was damp with melting snow and mud.  He’d travelled a long way. The only snow this time of year …

When We Stand Between Worlds

Read Part One: When Two Worlds Touch Read Part Two: When Blossoms Fall Upon the Pond Kithrin did not know how long she had been walking in the Between. In this grey space that existed in the cracks where worlds touched, she has no sense of time. Her only marker was the endless mist, punctuated …