Leeron Heywood Writing

A Fountain Of Frozen Secrets

Today the statue was expected to melt, so nobody was in the town square. That would be uncouth.

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…

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