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Sisters of Westwinter – Chapter One VII: Underhanded Designs

Sisters of Westwinter The First Law of Atla Chapter One VII: Underhanded Designs Chapter One, Part Six: Sisters of Westwinter – Chapter One VI: The Exile of Second Alley Late, as usual, Sekhenna ducked beneath a hanging bolt of linen that hid the exposed face of a ruined house from the

Sisters of Westwinter – Chapter One VI: The Exile of Second Alley

Emry scoffed. “I’m Emry. I’m a witch.”

Jundal’s eyes widened, and he backed into the corner of the cell, stepping over a pile of vomit that had frozen to the stone.

“You don’t mean that, do you?” He shook his head and shoved the mop onto the vomit. “I do not know that they could keep a witch caged, even in a place like this.”

Sisters of Westwinter – Chapter One V: Corpses on the Ridge

Sisters of Westwinter The First Law of Atla Chapter One V: Corpses on the Ridge Chapter One, Part Four: Sisters of Westwinter: Chapter One IV – The Beggar The fresh recruits marched lockstep with the wagon and carried with them an air of silence. Some of them buzzed with adrenaline as

Sisters of Westwinter: Chapter One IV – The Beggar

“Dhama turned and scratched her head, her eyes narrow. “Oh, I do remember. I also remember being left alone to organize their beds while my dear friend went missing for a while, and then a fire broke out near the Garrison.”

Sekhenna blushed…”

Sisters of Westwinter – Chapter One III: Snow & Blood

“You are going to die.” Kerrick thought, and came to a halt in the rear of the group as they set their sights on the Huntmaster and his prey…

Sisters of Westwinter – Chapter One II: The Court of Ice

“Real brave, ‘eh?” He repeated and knelt beside her. “Been looking ‘er ye’ some time, girl.” He widened his grin and revealed a grizzled row of rotten brown teeth, many of them chipped.

She turned to face him, “You know, Lambs Head Flower boiled in water releases a sap, useful for cleaning your teeth.”
He closed his mouth immediately and kicked her in the stomach.

The Sisters of Westwinter: Prologue I – Emry of the River

Emry backed away from the dragon and folded her arms. “Why now? Why have I never known you existed, let alone that you ‘protected’ us?” She crossed to the dragon’s opposite eye.

“Because I promised your mother you never would.”

Rule of Nines

She laid frail and broken on the arid sand, her spine bent along the twisting gnarled root of the Great Tree, the home of our salvation. The churning sand heaved and raised, carrying our queen into the broken limbs of the tree, careful to keep the rough bark away from

The Cult of Bone & Ash Pt. 1

They were sacred days to some, after the fall of the Witchkings it was as if time returned to the valley. Crops withered and died, meals were quickly eaten as the sun fell below the horizon. The villages beneath their wide bulwark felt their loss, It was less like a

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