Sulma let the earth settle. For days now, she had had been hiding away in her tent. The camp would have seemed dead without her busywork, but with those from the northern settlement made refugees, there were new noises, new lives filling the space she left. Continue reading →

As if summoned by his crystallizing sense of defeat, a strange spark fizzed to life in front of Darwyn. At first, the will o’ wisp was just a formless sparkle, dancing madly about in the dark. But after a moment, it started to take a shape. Continue reading →

Night hung over Darwyn like a dripping mollusk. It slumped heavy and damp on his shoulders, and there was something prehensile about it–its murk like tentacles wrapping about him, worming their way into his brain, constricting.  Continue reading →