Collaboration Update!

Part Two of The Betrothal by Tamara Linden is available on her story blog. To read more please follow this link to Part One. You can follow the link at the end of the story to finish this amazing short story.

The Jewel of Rajai- Part III

Once we had left the gates of the palace, the carriages were stopped and I was whisked away to my own separate travel coach. We were to travel separately in case of attack but also to keep us from doing anything untoward until our official wedding ceremony before the Rajaian High Priestess. When I stepped …

Forlorn- Part II

Down through the well-worn mountain paths, Saoirse picked through patches of wild autumn flowers scouring for herbs and seeds and whatever else she could find in the heavy mist. Ardal wandered close by and searched under fallen logs and rocky outcroppings for game to chase.  The sun was a faint glimmer in the sky, barely …

The Jewel of Rajai- Part II

After we had returned to the hall Rahmi and I were separated to be prepared for the binding ceremony. I whisked off to a massive chamber where the Queen and her attendants were waiting. They dressed me with smiles and laughter, fawning over my pale hair and skin and my ‘sky eyes’ as one servant …

Forlorn – Part I

The Darkwood Forest was heavy with mist rolling in off the Highland moors. Tendrils grey as smoke curled over the tops of trees, settling down into their boughs like an army of ghostly apparitions.  Cool autumn winds couldn’t lift the unnatural fog once it settled; rather they pushed the mists further down into the glen.  As Saoirse …

The Shroud of Koji

Massive orange jade columns held up a domed ceiling painted with the scenes of the Forbidden City and the gods and goddesses who inhabited it. As we walked further into the empty building, our footfalls echoed on the black granite floors, still smooth and polished even after a thousand years of neglect. It was as …

The Jewel of Rajai- Part I

The guard’s dark brown eyes flitted between the formal invitation, its gold-trim sparkling in the mid-morning sunlight, and my cleavage, which had been powdered with flecks of gold. The dress I had picked out was long and eloquent, a mix of light pink silk and sheer lace. Pearl strands replaced fabric sleeves and matched the …