Beautiful
Jade’s nerves were numb. Jade’s mouth was filled with sand. Jade’s eyes were closed and had not opened for some time. A’doxia continued to sing her lullaby: Beautiful art, how lovely you will be. The pressure of a blade. The stroke of an artist. The whimper of a child. Beautiful…
Wet Grass
It smelled like the grass after rain. That’s what she noticed first. It reminded her of running through the pouring rain with her family, one lap around the house, as a sort of impromptu tradition. It managed to stick for years each time it rained or snowed. The memory should…
A Gentleman to the End
The funeral did not last long. With the Ashwing dead, it was only a matter of time until the Shadowen came back. Seeker did not attend. He did not see how her body was ripped and torn. He did not see the how her body was laid upon pink flowers…