Legend says that the draugamunninn were once human. They were a practical but severe people who after suffering one terrible winter too many, and after failing to feed themselves with their own hands and their own labor, began to pray to their old gods for relief. But their prayer was not answered by a god.
It was answered by a demon. Continue reading
“What’s special about this one?” Tim asked his employer. The seller had spun a story about it having belonged to a musketeer. Tim didn’t know and didn’t need to know whether that was true or not to do his job.
Tim’s employer set his cane down on the table and carefully folded open the paper packaging. He gazed down at the long coat. He was wearing gloves as usual despite the mild, if overcast, weather. He slipped the glove off his right hand and reached out to touch the coat’s dusty faded lapel. Continue reading
The royal city was known throughout the kingdom because it was home to a most famous—and most infamous object—a cursed bell. The Water Bell, some called it, for legends say its sound was like the trickling of a fountain. Chime, some called it, for an object so lovely and intriguing must have a name. The Bell had been cursed for generations, but when it first was forged, it was made as a blessing. Continue reading