This entry is part 23 of 23 in the series
CurrentAn ill wind s
wept across the hill below the healing house as five women stood in silence, staring at the bones of a giant trapped in a forest of quartz spars. The bones had just been a whole being, shouting threats or possibly dark promises about his master. In the span of moment however, the giant had withered away, disintegrating into yellow motes of dust and his still-standing bones.
The bones weren’t fresh either: they were mottled and brown...
Published on July 28, 2013 21:01