The Storm Witch huffs, her thin nostrils flaring as cold air blows over Hycath, sending down her spine. She swallows again. Some stories claim the northern dragons can freeze a person with their breath, and she hopes she isn’t about to discover the truth of those stories. —excerpt from The Voyage Tale of Hycath Once the …
Tag: fantasy
WIP Introduction: Nostos
Nostos Status - finished, first round edits Genre - fantasy, YA Featuring dragons, ghosts, found family, adventure, mystery, magic…and did I mention dragons? Sixty years ago, Odwyn Tyra Halstänsdåttir’s mother disappeared. Unable to find any hint of what had happened, or even where her mother hand gone, Odwyn had resigned herself to the fact that her mother had …
Introducing: Tabia
Tabia had quite the easy life. She was the most successful master thief in Tsarova, had enough to live rather comfortably, and managed to dodge the mandatory military service required of all of Tsarova's citizens. Beholden to no one, Tabia had all the freedom to live the way she wanted, but it was not to last...
Introducing: Sann
Sann lived a quiet life in the Forest, and he was quite content with that. He already had his fair share of adventures in the outside world, and he had no intention of ever leaving the safety of the dark, forbidding trees of his home, especially not when his mother left on a trip sixty …
Introducing: Odwyn
Odwyn had mostly come to terms with her mother's disappearance. She was only a hatchling when it happened, and she's had sixty years to accept the ache. Even though a travelling merchant wasn't the most dangerous of jobs, it still had its risks, after all...
An Excerpt from ‘Nostos’
Odwyn was having that dream again. After almost a week of it, she was tired of the same confusing, exhausting dream every night. It wouldn’t be so bad if she actually woke up rested, but every morning she woke feeling as though she had actually lived the dream. The forest stretched as far as she could see......
Oak’s Last Stand
Rain was coming. The air was heavy with its scent. Oak breathed in deeply. He had always liked the smell of rain. It was a smell of life and of peace. There was nothing Oak liked better than standing among his trees and listening to the rain fall through the leaves. This rain had a sharper edge to its scent, which meant it was more than just water. Oak had seen the Tal Forest burn from the fire rain.......
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Revitalising the ol' blog
