Author: JS Groves

It was the latter weeks of spring by the time we set out from Liddarn again. Some of the delay was logistical. Sirs Rennin and Orland needed to be outfitted with lighter armor for a journey without horses, and which would likely run well into the heat of summer. Elana brought her own armor out… Read more

As soon as the decision was made, I began gathering my strength. I knew that I would be able to part the Eastern Veil and bring us into the Holy Lands – this had all, after all, been inevitable, and I had divined much of the road ahead more than a decade ago – but… Read more

Rrii`aa’s chambers were in a different corner of the complex than mine, adjacent to the other Sisters of Amalai, and near to the spaces that had been set up with altars to Amalai and the other divine children of Es, where we celebrated feast-days together, and other communal rituals. The Sisters of Amalai had not… Read more

I had considered dressing in the loyalist fashion. When I saw the effect of my Obsidian Cabal regalia, though, I knew that I had made the right decision. Awe. Fear. Hope. “You certainly know how to make an entrance,” the prince murmured as I settled in beside her. I chuckled. “One does one’s best,” I… Read more

The moon was a mere sliver when we left Renner. It had waxed full and begun to wane by the time we made it to our fortified home. Liddarn and the nearby mines had both been abandoned long before the border wars with the uurnigath that had ultimately provided context for the Usurper’s rebellion against… Read more

I had anticipated the question, and had long ago decided in broad strokes how much I would say, but I had not thought of that day in detail until the question came and the answer fell from my lips. I had known that I was pushing boundaries in the libraries. I had known that there… Read more

We were up before dawn and crossed into Namora at first light. The landscape didn’t change instantly, but it was clear why the border had been laid where it was. The hills and fields of Georg were richer, woodier, greener. The Namoran Lowlands were grassier, more golden, marked by boulders that dotted the earth as… Read more

In the end, there was not that much that I had to do. Bathe. Choose a travelling outfit. Move the rest of my clothes from my wardrobe to my wizard’s chest. Dispose of food that would spoil in my absence. Terminate a handful of experiments. My life in So’renner was simple. Leaving it was only… Read more

Leaving the inn, I followed the commotion of wedding preparations until I found a place from which I could watch both the inn, where the prince and her knights were still refreshing themselves, and the final preparations. I would not have recognized it as a wedding if Derrek had not told us. It seemed too… Read more