An ominous curse is overtaking the town of Mistseek.
“It’s hungry, I think.” He measures out a spoonful of sugar out of the canister and fills the bowl from the tap. Atlas mixes the two, and gives the spoon to Puzzle.
This clearly supports my previous position that using Mana was guided by nothkin themselves. Since this position is increasingly unpopular in both formal education and the dominant religion, you can understand my reluctance on publishing this.
The raw air was like knives on her skin. She had grievously misjudged the potency of her artifact and now she was in trouble. Her brother’s hot-air balloon was so far above now. She couldn’t hear him anymore, only the roar of wind past her fur. It became nothing but a shrinking point and then …
Blucini dangled her legs over the edge of the dock, kicking them back and forth. She flipped open the knife, took the rounded wooden block and began shaping it. Flecks and thin curls of wood fell into the water below. Black shapes moved beneath the water, already assembling in anticipation.
Especially a crow with clipped wings. Of course, he wasn’t a crow, he was a cat. But she knew now he was a rook in his heart.
By the end of 2019, I’m hoping to just have a better idea of the history of my world and the place of the people in it.