The Black soared in circles until exhaustion crippled it’s flight. From a watch den high upon the cliff wall did it witness it’s own kind butchered.
Tully 679, clone slave to a sophisticated AI called Corona, is sent to investigate an alien defence grid who’s magnetic field is collapsing terraforming protocols.
Yish nodded. “The texts span Elder Mages, the Necromage and Witch Queen. Do you never read? The sorcerer passed through here sacrificing his guard to the undead as payment to pass. He travelled through here to the Dragon Yard and beyond into the badlands seeking the green Dragon Stone.”
Naz nodded, his throat felt dry. He reached into his gunna and drew out a water-skin. “It has insatiable curiosity,” he ventured.
Time slips in minds that drift unfocused. Something The Amanuensis frequently reminds me often from an ice prison far in the future. Long and long has the hibernation of written word escaped logic. Now is now, and the time to explore begins once more.
Source: Guest Submission: Excerpt from “The Bequest.” Michael at Inkowlme recently ran a series of guest submissions during August. This was mine, a short excerpt from a work in progress.
As the ravens gather and darkness descends, the time is drawing near for history to repeat itself… Ravens Gathering is a gripping thriller, interwoven with horror and fantasy, that demonstrates how you should never take things at face value.
A dead mother… A violent father… A missing brother… Will she follow the pack or destroy them?
DON’T PANIC…Eleven days in and breathe….
Do ghosts know they are ghosts, or is it just an observer that sees the truth? Walk a while with Jake and decide for yourself.