Apparently, a long time ago, shooting stars were seen as omens of death or bad luck. When he heard that, Murad was struck by the thought that time had a way of sometimes changing things for the better.
All tagged Hope
Marvellous
I have the most marvellous brush, you see. Look here, look closely. The handle is made from densest wood, pitch black as the void yet light as the gleam of distant stars.
Homecoming
The old oilskin had been cold and greasy to the touch when he’d put it on, but now as the wind dug icy claws into his skin and sought the cracks in his clothes, he was thankful for it. The old castle loomed above him, dark even against the blackened sky, and before him lay the path.
Whisper my name
The sterile white walls, the pale green curtains ringing the bed, the faint smell of bleach and soap and alcohol hand sanitizer that clung to his clothes for days and lingered even longer in his mind - he hoped Sam’s dreams were full of better things.
Storm-caller
Something else moved within the clouds, hidden from view.
Every now and then, lightning would earth itself on one of the towering skeletons that jutted great metal ribs from the dry earth.
Eamonn watched the skies intently, glasses reflecting the brilliance of the lightning.
The Fire and the Flower
On the day she was to be given to the dragon who lived in the mountain depths, Sukhon took the wicked knife she had laid beneath her mattress and hid it in her voluminous silken sleeves.
The Ritual
The sigils were etched into the floor, carved deep into the highly polished wood with adze and awl and knife.
Shavi renjuzu
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In the distant past, when all creatures spoke the same language and magic flowed through the air as water flowed over the riverbed, there was a cave. In more modern times it would be called the cave of Chinhoyi, for the brave leader who sheltered his people from adversaries in its labyrinthine depths, but in those far-off days it had another name.
Dreaming in the Deep
Their imperfect processing of thoughts and memories made it impossible to know what they were thinking. Ideas flashed and flickered erratically between neurons, sparking in the dark fluid of their minds like a shoal of fish in deep waters.