Poem: If

If I could forget Just one sliver of time A fragment of space A token of thought for the taken Then it would be you You as a memory I cannot have had Yet I do   If I should regret Just one action of fate A moment of hate A token of thought for…

Shadow Wraith: The Purpose

Qast awoke with a rasping breath, clawing at her hair. Her eyes narrowed and darted about the room as her hands deftly reached for two of the daggers she kept concealed about her bed.

Shadow Wraith: The Librarian

The Librarian —- Rena made her way slowly from Faril’s desk and to the back of the library, taking a new route with each trip. By the fourth load she had figured out that if she walked straight from the desk, through the first row of books, took a left and counted four rows then…

Shadow Wraith: Introduction

The Wrecks —- Haerith was a beautiful continent. It always had been, Svorin thought. He peered from the mouth of the cave past the water and to the grassy shores of Alatra. Though an ancient country in terms of the written histories, Alatra was still new in his eyes. He’d only heard of it several…