"Three nights, maybe less," I told the man; a grandchild clinging to his neck, another clutching a trouser leg, and watched his mouth fall slack with fear. "And we can only make ten trips up the mountain a day, for people and supplies both, so the Qandunar warmaster wants you to run, if you can."
Three broken people; a monk bearing a terrible scar, a warrior facing a terrible sorrow, a woman hiding a terrible past face a relentless army so hard to defeat it might as well be invincible. Find out whether or not they survive in "C is for Change." Now available in the B is for Broken anthology.
“Seiðkona! Sing the crumbling city to itself.
Foretell the tale to travelers and witnesses.
Remake the march of days; mend the starry plain,
and bring oblivion to the blight Skuld forgot.”
In a city that is, spacetime fissures gape like ravenous grendels in the landscape. In a city that might have been, a traumatized girl can close the mouths of these monsters before they ever open, if only she will sing. Between them, a trio of musicians play as if all life, everywhere, depends upon the song. And it does.
"Sing the Crumbling City" is the featured story for the month of April 2015 at Mythic Delirium, and you can read it there for free.
Let me tell you a story about the galactic core, the people who live there, and the terrible thing that was done to their children. Let me tell you about drummers and dancers, activists and scientists who suffer together but cannot agree about the manner of their healing. Can they resolve their differences? Can they mend what was broken? Find out in "Grandmother Mælkevejen's Belly," now available at Amazon.com and Audible.com.