The egg was nestled in a dusty jar, settled in the far back of an overfull cupboard bulging with dusty tin cans and dirtier jars. Little light reached the egg, and the incubus was glad of it: no real children could be born after being drenched in sun, and play, and laughter. Every fortnight, the … Continue reading Incubate
Jocasta was finally, finally done with Max. For three weeks their town and their livelihoods had been suffering, and it was all very definitely his fault. The day after Max refused to let Kadijah do her duty by the Leviathan, the local fishermen, freedivers, and scavengers went out as they normally did only to return … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 4
By the time the Sea Storm Festival rolled around, Max was ready to get on his ship and sail away from Reach forever. The previous week had been nothing short of hellish for him, and it didn’t fail that he went home every night boiling with suppressed rage. Everywhere he went, he was followed … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 3
Kadijah was shaking like a leaf by the time she and Max entered their home. He was carrying her, and as soon as he set her down, she was stumbling on shaky legs to their bathroom. The sound of her dry heaving and crying soon filled the silence. Max quietly shut the front door and … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 2
There was someone calling her name. Kadijah could hear the echoes of it on the wind, a lilting call that kept her from a well-deserved slumber. Beside her, her husband of only a scant few hours, Max, slept on, blissfully unaware of his new bride's wakefulness. Affection tugged at her heart as she stared at … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 1/?
The god of the Void was lonely. Long ago, he used what life giving power he possessed to create whales and their place in the sea. His other half, his beautiful dark goddess of lifr, who created the multiverse against the dark canvas he made for her, gave him dominion over the depths and all … Continue reading Space Micro Fic #19
The whales sing to their god, the moon. There is much they would say to that silvery orb that controls the currents and the tides. Young calves are taught the appropriate supplication whistles to bring the waves, and under the full moon they dance and play with an air of thankfulness and fear. Salt water … Continue reading Sea Micro Fic #9