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VULTURES Second Chapter

2 IRE SERECE yanked a crystalline blade from the lokyn’s forehead with a grinding squelch. The demon’s essence turned to ash and scattered in the wind, leaving behind the rotted remains of whomever it’d possessed. Disgusting things, these parasitic shadows were. Absolute abominations of nature. She pressed east, distant shrieks muffled by her hood. She… Continue reading VULTURES Second Chapter

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VULTURES Prologue & First Chapter

PROLOGUE LEGACY The Month of Cemb, Reshaper Year 1895 OURAN'AN, once great city of the Reshapers, was a ruin. A necropolis of ice and stone, of hoarfrost spires like the jagged teeth of dragons. A sick, black essence webbed its way along the streets; it crept up buildings like vines. Its gossamer threads extended from… Continue reading VULTURES Prologue & First Chapter

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The elders say a person’s composure reflects their soul. If this is true, then half our kind are mad. The eclipse is nearly here. I have anticipated it for twenty years, since my first transformation, and I have more or less made peace with my destiny. The moment in between brings fear or purpose and… Continue reading CATHARSIS IN ECLIPSE: A Liosene Short Story

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Dolos called his dagger "Whiskey." Most people called Whiskey by her other names, such as "Get that fucking thing away from me" or "Gods, please—no!" But unlike most things and people in Liosene, Whiskey did not discriminate. If you looked like you could do with a drink, she was happy to oblige. And in a… Continue reading THIRSTING FOR WHISKEY: A Liosene Short Story