Posts Tagged ‘Fantasy’
THOKMAY
“The mountain path led them around a formation of jagged rocks, icicles hanging down in frozen candelabra. The monastery had gotten out of sight again, but it couldn’t be far now, not according to the villagers’ description. They had told them that a stranger with two albino yaks had passed through, packsaddles laden with scrolls…
WeiterlesenTOLMUTUUKER (THE DUST BATHYNAUT)
Translated into Estonian by Lee Kärner “Lõhe on maa kaheks jaotanud, kuid kumbki pool ei paku huvi. See, mis inimesi enda juurde kutsub, oma ebamaise sireenihüüdega meelitab, on lõhe ise: ainult tosin meetrit lai, hallide järsakute ja nähtamatu põhjaga. Heida valgusvihk järsakusse, öeldakse, ning see vaid põgeneb tagasi su juurde – hüppa sisse ning valgust…
WeiterlesenTHE DESERT OF FORGOTTEN THINGS
“The night was dark and empty in the Desert of Forgotten Things, no moon floating over the ragged hills, not even stars; no bird calls, no crickets, no wind. The traveler’s lantern was a lonely bastion of light against the blackness that towered around him, and his steps made the only sound for miles.” Published…
WeiterlesenFROM WITHIN MIRRORS
“”A being of another … state. A thirster. A greeder. A leecher. A needer. A left-over from the White Table. A being that craves what it doesn’t have anymore, what it remembers vaguely, what it can no longer feel: life.” The mystic rummaged with slender fingers through the satchel she wore around her shoulder, then produced…
WeiterlesenTHE FESTIVAL OF DISSOLUTION
“The Festival of Dissolution is coming to town, and just like in previous years, Franok is still too young to go. He and his friends know very little about the festival, only that it is in a clearing deep in the forest, only adults are allowed visit it, and there is a great tent in…
WeiterlesenTHE BREEDING DUST
“Silent, angular houses with white plaster, a sand-suffocated well and a couple of stunted palms huddled together on the low ground, a once bustling city that only the ghostly desert wind inhabited now. The sun gleamed down without mercy, hanging in the sky as a swirling ball that made the air flicker, and the small…
WeiterlesenMELTING GOLD AND ASHES
“We have gathered here because a man died, and because this man was not just any man: he was Tlamord Laygrin. He was there when the wars began, back in the lands of Solpforte; and he was there when they engulfed the world, when emperors toppled like dominoes and peoples scattered like leaves in the…
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