“The radiant current, creations yet uncreated? You feel it?” Azru asked once, as she rested her hand on the child’s head while they looked out upon a foggy morn. A cool wind coursed over the bogs and tousled their hair. “That is magic, my dear one. You have the Gift.
“The child was born beneath a blood-red moon that scourged a stained-glass sky under midnight like the breaking of the world. The blighted orb’s glow spread as ten thousand smoky tendrils through the latticework seams of–“
“But of course, there is none other to speak for me.
What cowardice would it be to pass my meanings through another’s words? The visions I speak come through…”
“It is just in time for an echo of startling in the nearest silhouette as we round the same corner, and collide with each other.”
“I heard a call through the pigments of things that could be, and have been. It surprised me because it lacked any command. There was no snare, no threat, no bribe either. It was as a doorway left open.”
“In tight-eyed recollection, she told us of a swordmaster named Bodo Haddenwich, and made mention of the peculiar art he practiced. She named this art as ‘Blitzhau'”
“I declare without shame that I am neither a channel of the gods nor a mage of the academies. I am a witch of the old ways reclaimed.”
“You were the one who loved the ringing masses, cheers and stamping. You were the one who needed their racket to believe your own power.”
Let the record note that up until the current clusterfuck, I generally thought of Sia as a cool musician whose work I just didn’t feel pulled towards. (Content Warnings: mentions of ableism, eugenics, and negative stereotypes about autistic people) Let the record further note that I’m going to refer to my feelings a lot during […]
Hello, readers mine… er… so, many of you know that I publish through Smashwords. You may have been wondering why. You see, Smashwords is an aggregator. This does require a lot more work on my end–the books have to be cleaned of behind-the-scenes junk code by copying the raw text into Notepad, copying it back, […]