Witch Blood 12
The world formed out of fuzzy confusion. Rhea's chest heaved and she found her fists crossed in front of her eyes. She recalled a dream of gruff witch hunters holding her under water and then sticking a thin reed into her lips to breathe through. The...
Witch Blood - 11
"... you just straighten yourself up in there then meet us in the next room," Callie was saying as she backed out of the small room. "I'm going to show Rhea where we keep things while you get yourself all pickled!" A solid door was closed and the pair...
Witch Blood 13
"Power is a fantasy," Kenna told her in many different ways. "What separates a lord from a peasant is a fantasy of control. The noble has a fantasy about being closer to God and the peasant believes the lie. If one scrubbed the peasant clean, traded...
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...