Prologue
Moonlight transformed the frozen Chordini scrub forest into an alien landscape. The moons, the Three Kinswomen, as the locals called them; Azelia, Gracellia, and Mayana, hung above the land in a triangle. They had not aligned like this in the midnight sky in twenty-two years.
In the darkness, a man, bundled against the cold, labored up an out cropping, grasping a sapling for support. Breath coming in rasps, he looked across the scrub flats to the lights of Harpsfell, perched high up on...
Published on October 29, 2013 21:01