greyrock coven

The lower Spine’s first snows had come hard and fast and heavy, swallowing the world in white. The trees shivered in the wind like they were trying to throw the powder from their branches, but for every flake shed two took its place, and bows creaked beneath the growing weight. The forest...

Dusk seemed to fall earlier in the city. Tightly packed homes and shops blocked the sun on its evening descent, casting long shadows across narrow streets and alleyways. Sconces were lit by mid-afternoon and flickered beneath the perpetual haze of dusty roads and burning hearths. The shade did...