Leeron Heywood Writing

The Voiceless Haunt The Silent Pines

The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy road…

Raw Truth Sears Deep

If only Patrick hadn’t quarrelled with his father. Perhaps then he would’ve minded the rules about windows.

Etched In Ice And Blood

I spat blood and hauled myself up once more. I wouldn’t let this thief escape!

Sworn On The Serpent

Winter being the slowest season, it’s also when spirits presiding over nature have the most free time - the cause of many a song or legend…

One Last Promise

All that remained of that long-forgotten god was at the beginning of the year promises still froze and dropped from your lips like a perfect ice teardrop.

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