The Moonbroch

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The starry-eyed youth named Carson cast his gaze at the full moon.  His father had just cursed it, or rather, he had cursed those who dwelt upon it.

“A storm is coming,” his father said, gazing up at the low and looming clouds.  “A storm with high winds.”

Yet another storm, the fourth one in as many days.

“Soon it will storm day and night,” his father said.  And then he raised a fist to the full bright moon and shook it.  Continue reading

The Wolf Chair

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Spirit-Wolf 5The first one was discovered when it bit a child.  Such a thing was not unheard of.  Children often tugged and poked and got themselves bitten or kicked or nipped at.  But when this little boy’s mother came to pick him up and check his wound, she found something far more insidious than broken bleeding skin and a crying child.  The gash was deep, the flesh shredded, and it bubbled and festered with a foul odor, as if the flesh had been rotting for days, though it was only freshly wounded. Continue reading