Liesa of Dusk
Dry grass went from yellow to gold to gray to hearth orange and then black. liesa knew better than to be mesmorised. she had a task to do. as the warmth faded from the air, she glided downwards towards a hill.
Undying Fire
The hearths of kings have whispered tales to the sentry fires on wilderness trails. the tales have returned to where they had been to the fireplace of a roadside inn.
Son of War: Ares, Chapter 1
The hut consisted of a hearth on the far side of the room that held a caldron filled with what appeared to be stew. a small oak table sat near the hearth with a bare surface. around it was a pair of mats that were meant to be sat upon.
Haverly's tale
He leaned back against one of the hearths they used to cook during the summer and looked out at the mountains that ringed sanctuary.
The Lost of the Marshes – Chapter 3: Home
\*\*\* quince had just finished lighting the oil lamps and threw the stick back into the fire of the hearth, and the archaeopteryx now landed on their shoulder.
Manuum Ignium Chapter 3
The room began to smell of the hearth, and filled with warmth. he set the reed-stick back into its place, and gazed proudly at the hearth. fire gave him a sense of purpose, as if it were a younger brother.
The Lord Tiranis, An Origin, Book 5 (part 2 of 13)
He felt for fire, and the closest was in the house's hearth. the farmer wouldn't appreciate the burned trail if el called a flame to him, so he took out the flint and his knife.
Fragment's of Life's Heart - Transitions
Carver polynomials - fever low raise your voice - stefano "mando" zocchi going out - t c powell harvest home - altivo overo the foreigner - dwale trade all the stars - watts martin draw to the heart - ocean tigrox paint the square-cut sky - slip-wolf hearth
Ecology of the Lycanthropes 1
#1 of the flaming hearth cycle the lycanthropes are humans who were given the ability to switch between humanity and a sort of beast form. contrary to their name, the transformation isn't limited to a wolf.
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
His face, stained with red-like-blood, stared into the hearth. his amber-brown eyes caught the glimmer of the flame. "i only remember it because i was taken from my home before my tribe could name me.
Willow's begining part 3
I am hestia,goddess of the hearth" she replied
Broken Crown
And my hearth is full of pain and grief. the new ruler will be the one who manages to put pieces of my crown back together. " having said this the king took off his crown and threw it to the ground, where it shattered into small pieces.