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Fantasy / Dark Fantasy
The throne is bloodied. The city is empty. The kingdom beyond is dead and quiet. A peasant thief creeps forth from where she has been hiding, bitter and determined to survive. A young nobleman sets out, with plots and secrets as his armor, to save what is left of his family. A holy knight burdened by failure descends from the mountains to defend the realm. And all across this land so dark and full of nightmares, monstrous things watch from the shadows.
THE FORTUNATE ONES (AND ALL THE DEVILS START TO FALL)
The alley was barren. Axes had been taken to the walls, here, and every scrap or splinter that might burn had been picked clean. To one side Odenica could see into where a family might once have sat to sup— the house’s walls had been broken roughly away as if by the chomping of some huge beast. To the other side, only the heaviest of beams remained of a smith’s shop. The forge was cold, all grime and dust. And clean through the structure, in the city beyond she could spy the castle up on the King’s Hill. The streets were not so broken, nearer to the Keep of Castillon. Guards of some sort still roamed there, and on clear days when the sun was high, the castle’s colorful glass windows still shone so that Odenica could spot them from miles away in her desolate corner of the city.
Yet she knew that she and Talrien were safer a thousand-fold, out here in the ruin. She smiled grimly, among the wreckage, and motioned for Talrien to follow her away.
They went with purpose down the Street of Twine, armored in rags but with their heads held high. The ground was unseasonably cold through the patchwork of Odenica’s shoes, and her breath was mist upon the air even as the sun shone warmly. She kept her makeshift weapon close at hand, and fidgeted with the tie in her tangled hair where it hung near her collarbone. Talrien followed wordlessly behind, carrying with her a heavy and narrow stick. In places they could hear scrapes of movement, but no one appeared to bar their path. Odenica watched the street’s corners and saw the signs of cobbled homes and leaky hideaways, but every figure she spied ducked fearfully away.
AUTHOR Bio and Links
Evan S. Sullivan is the author of a whole bunch of unfinished books that he hopes you will get to read some day. He lives in Ontario, Canada, with his (finally) fiancé, their very good dog, and their very just fine cat. Evan teaches university writing courses, and in his free time he plays the piano, replays his favorite videogames, and continues his 10-year wait for the next installment in his favorite book series to come out. He looks forward to traveling again soon and deciding which project to stress over for the next many years now that this one is finished.
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