Sleep Deep And Be Called

I wake in a jolt, mid-step, my limbs flailing. It’s just like the others described - which means I’ve fallen victim to the curse.

Tend The Fire, Count The Stones

The task is very simple. The circle has twelve stones. No more, no less…

A Guest Through Famished Pass

This didn’t make sense. Gravier had ensured the caravan packed more than enough food to get through Famished Pass, so how were they running out?

Nature Abhors A Hungry Vacuum

Tanith leant on her cane and eyeballed the old shed. It looked rather… SMALL to hold whatever malevolent force was causing the village’s suffering, but…

A Sacred Second Betrothal

Icy wind whips against my face, yet the snow doesn’t touch me, flakes drifting coyly close only to flit away, leaving my wedding suit perfectly dry.