Under The Quiet Moon - 2 - 02/23/2016
The pitter-patter of falling rain was punctuated by panicked splashes of shoeless feet pressing their owner frantically through the night. _There are no monsters in the dark! There are no monsters in the dark! The old stories aren't true! Silly things...
Witch Blood 17
A startled gasp came from the other side of the door when Rhea knocked. "Anna! Anna! It's me!" The door opened and the room's shapely occupant looked up and down the hall before ushering her friend inside. "What are you doing here?" Annabelle asked...
Witch Blood - 10
The world outside of Rhea's sick bed was filled with laughter. It scampered up and down dank halls, whispered dirty secrets in shadowy corners, and rose unsteadily from rooms which were only slightly more private than a tent in a tavern. Anna took her...
Witch Blood - 09
The _Welcome Room_ looked like the type of place Rhea's mind conjured up when hearing phrase like, _a den of sin._ Plush cushions folded around Rhea with an embrace which seemed savory, instead of sweet, and they supported her body in different places...
Witch Blood - 08
All was quiet in the world beyond the sickbed. Nocturnal creatures slept during the daylight hours but there were echoes of their revelry all around. A pungent odor poured from every room and lingered in the poorly ventilated hallway. A powerful memory...
Witch Blood - 07
A series of important events happened after that but Rhea was only vaguely aware of it. Every part of her had taken a beating and her body had received the least of it. Unimportant things like being dehydrated, covered in poison, and suffering several...
Witch Blood - 06
After spending an unknowable amount of time walking through the wasteland, Rhea decided it was impossibly boring. Sheep may have numbed her brain with their dullness but at least they functioned. There was nothing out here. Rocks stood tall, sound...
Witch Blood - 05
There was no sound. There was no scent. Rhea leaned against a massive stone and sucked in stale air that seemed to lack nourishment. Every gasp seemed to dissipate without echoes as if the air itself was a smothering blanket. It took a moment for the...
Witch Blood - 04
The Graham Woods were not as terrible as Rhea imagined they would be but there seemed to be less magic in the air. Whether or not this was actually the case, green witches suffered the same limitation as druids when it came to places of power. From...
Witch Blood - 03
Human manure should have been the first thing to sting her nostrils but instead there was the tang of freshly burnt wood. The voices of people did not call out and there were no children running by. The houses toward the center of the village seemed to...
Witch Blood - 02
Days without Lyle were not completely empty and hallow but they were certainly less fulfilling. Rhea helped plant Old Man Tarus' garden, gathered edible mushrooms for the Bread and Barley tavern, and watched Garius' sheep for a few hours. Rhea hated...
Witch Blood - 01
"Hey, Lyle, you ever notice how people don't always get what they want, but then when they get what they need, they turn their noses up at it?" The question had been an idle one, but the youth knew his role and fed her the straight line. "What do you...