When your escape is also darkness

A personal essay about why I need brightness for my hobby writing.

Fox, Crow and purpose

I’ve turned the lantern off, oil is expensive. There’s only light from the embers. This hovel isn’t much, but then again Ooshar isn’t much. It’s a frontier town corrupted by The Fox and Crow. The docks and lifts are slovenly. The Drop is essentially living dung. But the money is good. My family needs money.My…

Alleway Lives

That petty gang that hangs in The Drop is up to something. The other day they cut a lift that Piyu was working. The trader from Qin, by way of Telse, lost a crate of dry goods, and the front of their boat needed repairs. It seems that riverboats don’t take well to cargo falling…

Song for Mehmd

As Saffron gets to know Behn and Samul she wrote a song celebrating their homeland. Night pours over the rolling dunes.First, pink and purple, swallowing the sun-soaked sky.Then red to match the blood-soaked hands.And a whisper in the wind decries:nothing remains nowexcept stars and scars. Dawn breaks the black horizon.We are thirst, and thirst is…