The gods were fallen. It took many generations for humankind to learn of this. Many prophecies and visions. Many failed quests by heroes and explorers who sought to find the truth of those prophecies and visions. It was not known how or when it had happened, and perhaps a few gods still lived, but it was well-known by Damario’s time that the gods had fallen.
And they left chaos in their wake, a chaos that followed from the unraveling of everything that the gods—for all their faults—had held together. Continue reading
Even as there are monsters that hunt us, there are guardians who protect us.
I don’t remember much from when I was seven, but I remember the thing. I remember the fear. And I remember her.
In those days, there was a magician who could cast a spell on a candle and link that candle to the life of a single person. So long as the candle burned, there was hope.
Those families who had the means engaged the magician to cast this spell when husbands and sons went off to battle. So long as the candle burned, their loved one was still alive. The highest winds would not snuff out the flame. But even on a quiet night, if the soldier died, so too would the flame on the candle die. Those families would know of their loss long before word came to them from the battlefield. Continue reading
Please don’t let us end up on some uncharted island. The only thing I know how to make with a coconut is a bowl. Please let there be coconuts if we do find an island. Coconuts and mangoes and big fat chickens.
Jane chewed on her ration of bread and gave a pitying smile to the naïve girl who had written those words only a week before. They were her words, written in her notebook. It was meant to have been her research notebook, but had become her journal after research gave way to a higher priority, survival. Continue reading