Love, radiance and birdsong… It was a rainy day when Odeon surprised Grace next. She was busy picking apples, and saw him waving at her from afar. He was drenched. She was tempted to run, but even from at her distance, she could tell that… Read More
The Lord of Beasts decides to be a human for a while. When he falls in love with a woman, life for this were-horse gets very odd, very fast.
The Trystian Channel was a long stretch of treacherous shoals. To prevent trade ships rending their hulls or choking the passage, two sandbars on either side of the blue stretch had been built up with white stone to create one bright aisle connecting both isles… Read More
Mi’Raah heard about it from her prison cell. “And then…?” A manumitted Trystian paced on the right side of her bars in a fine red robe. Syramon crossed his arms. “It boils down to want. Women want to dance, men want to watch them–no matter… Read More
It was not long after Odentalis’ fall, Mi’Raah’s arrest, and King Baeltheon’s eleventh waif-Queen getting beheaded for demanding to keep her silver hair style after that tragic Feast of the Yearling, that beach-dancing was finally prohibited in Jyst. The new Stricture was gladly enforced by… Read More
It caused a loud scandal. Odentalis only got through it with hasty, fast talking scriptural translation that lost everyone. He appeared relieved when the music returned. Then, a sharp look was given to Koriandra, which she had to answer. Mi’Raah left the table, pretending to… Read More
People should not eat alongside horses. The noise is terrible. But, clearly, the Jystians had resolved this for generations by having music at their feast days. Nothing that might startle the equine creatures, but enough to eliminate the smack and cud-chewing of animals arranged at… Read More
There was some shuffling in the horse-god’s ornate stall. Koriandra assumed that Odeon and his High Priest might get an earful at feed-time, but when she rounded the corner, sword in hand, there was only a familiar-looking obnoxious, dark-haired man clutching feedbag to his chest.… Read More
Mi’Raah, once again somebody’s high priestess–though, all over Jyst, they weren’t yet clear whose she was–enjoyed this fresh new status the contest gifted, with an elegant morning. At present, however, Mi’Raah was beginning to question whether it was a bath in milk-and-honey hallowed female politicos… Read More
Arudelle was pleased with himself for finally dyeing his hair in just the way he imagined Mi’Raah did. “You’ll all go blind!” He laughed, and pointed at each of his sailors. One by one, Arudelle informed them that he was the High Priest of the… Read More
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