mericet

Thunder growled outside, and the girl looked up from the thin stack of cheap paper in front of her with a hint of nervous energy. It had been raining for three days now; one squall barely cleared the slate roofed city before the next was calved from the brooding clouds clustering around the...

Thunder growled low in the distance, getting further away as the minutes passed by. Even from inside, she could hear the steady flow of water down gutters and pipes, the steady drip of water leaking through the roof of this warehouse somewhere in the back, in a moldy corner that was perhaps...

The slap of bare feet on the roughly cobbled street, the occasional splash as unshod feet cut through a puddle. The occasional mutter or growl from someone run into, or pushed ineffectually out of the way as, behind, the sound of booted feet and the clank of armor kept pace. Lyssia ran, a loaf...

Thunder growled overhead, a brief flicker of lightning lancing from one cloud to the next preceding it by only moments, casting lurid shadows in the streets and in windows lit by lantern light throughout the city. Mericet sat in a torpid day as the storm rolled out of the mountains toward the...