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
When Arudelle received word of Mi’Raah’s demise, he was at cards with the only two Captains still wealthy enough to stand the Pirate King’s cheating. “Come now, woman. Calm down and you’re dripping on my good hand.” Mi’Raah, soaking wet from head to toe in… 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
There are many tongues in the world to tell so many thousands of its stories, and so it was lucky for Mi’Raah to wash up on shore in spectacular fashion: rolled over and left by some wave exhausted with her after-taste, and at gods-obvious noon… Read More
Silver-haired Mi’Raah, more weapon than woman, is sent alone to destroy the island kingdom of Jyst. Should she obey her pirate lover? Or save the Jystians and their horse god?
Randitty 