The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 24
She had practically exhausted all her options. “Asht bugh… No, no that way…” Like a windmill before a storm, she stood against the steadfast wind, harmless on its own and as dangerous as a fan slap, but on its back, it carried an invisible and...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 22
The point of a dagger slid and swiveled inside the trigger’s narrow slot. Rasps could be heard as the end of the blade drifted across the diminutive slit, jarring with the tap of steel on metal and stone, which were embedded deep into the rail of the...
The Frosts on her Feathers - Chapter 20
A cloaked, dark brown figure approached more and more where she rested. Sprinting at first, the human’s pace waned into a slog as soon as his oak-like eyes reproduced on the surface of the she-chimera’s mirror-like orbs, a sprinkling of unamusement and...
The Frosts on her Feathers - Chapter 21
Flapping wings cut through the crisp, gasiferous sea floating aloft, leaving a quite noticeable line of white in their wake. Usually inaudible, the beating of her wings fluttered with an almost buzzing sound, overwhelming the quiet alpine melody...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 16
Marek found himself back in the embrace of masonry walls and linen blankets. Little did he know about his whereabouts: His body rested over a notably uncomfortable bed, too stiff for his liking, but definitely not one of the bunks from the guild,...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 25
It was the final moments of foredawn, and the firmament lay naked with the lack of stars and northern shimmers. Following Marek’s stabilization, the blazing sphere had carried out an entire cycle — a cycle that lasted as long as the shadow of a flying...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 26
Moonlit eyes carefully observed how the ball of the man’s throat bounced up and down, scanning for the slightest hint of anguish, making sure the man would not choke with the very water that was flowing down his gullet. Uncertainty was driving her...
The Frosts on her Feathers - Chapter 18
It hurts… Tens of yards beneath the spectacle evolving up the valley, Sigrid hung from a protruding rock, the four talons of her right arm supporting the entirety of her white form. Madakai had outdone her senses and taken her by surprise. His...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 7
Võhsla was nothing like Grætøh. The Capital of the North was carved out of limestone, its rise flattening the unevenness of humps and hollows centuries ago, now replaced by paths of cobblestone as elaborated as termites’ and elephants of timber and...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 4
The stomps of many pawsteps battered the snowy soil like an incessant rain, snow swooshing and branches rustling by the rush of an army of quadrupeds. A stampede of rapid pants and frantic barks reflecting their urgency to capture their prey, their...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 13
“Is someone else eager to taste steel?!” The howling blizzard screen stood against sound in the same way a rampart stood against spears, yet the cloaked man sent the message through clearly enough. Three raptors lay dead at his feet, none of them...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 10
Susurring winds and rustling leaves — those were the ever-present sounds streaming through the Frostscape, the whistling intone accompanying Marek in his march toward North. Or at least, those are the sounds he could perceive. However acute his senses...