photo by wolfgang The gods had forsaken this land long ago. If the scorching prime-light of the Patriad was not enough to prove this, then certainly the dust-storms were. Evensong’s cloak was pulled tight across her body, though every bit of loose fabric whipped furiously about her. The pack full of instruments rested heavily upon her back, triple wrapped. …
Category Archives: Original Fiction
My Brother
My brother is and always was story. He is lying through his teeth with every tale he tells but we lick it like sugar from his open hands, and know not what is fiction and what is truth. He holds power over every aspect of his story, even the sound of his voice. He throws …
Fiction Friday 3: Brother Madrigal
photo by argo The following is a short excerpt from Keith R. Potempa’s high fantasy novel-in-progress Daughters of Oyr.
