Fiction: Sora and the Farav Part Four

The camp fire glowed bright against the growing dusk. Over the fire sat a cooking pot, filled almost to the brim with a stew of northern herbs and spices, some crunchy, purple tzabek root, a few strips of sweet tree bark, a handful of the little dried beans from their travel kit, and, in pride…

Fiction: Sora and the Farav Part Three

The dead forest of the Ašjiri Crescent was an impassable, irradiated waste of blasted sand and scorched trees that stretched for 260,000 hectares from the walled fortress of Kyr Adža’meturhit, which stood at the forest’s northern border, to the southern desert city of Ašjr’enet, the sprawling industrial center which, six hundred years ago had launched…

Fiction: Sora and the Farav Part Two

“Full well that you thought to come to me,” the grey-haired woman on the screen said, smiling. Sora thought she detected a trace of sadness in the woman’s large, pale blue eyes. “But you’re on the other side of the crescent. By the time you reach me, the worms will already be feasting on your…

Fiction: Sora and the Farav

With a resounding crack, Sora struck the brown egg against the edge of the frying pan and, grasping the twin halves of the eggshell in her wind-chapped fingers, dropped the silken white and the purple yolk onto the ground at her boots, right next to the pan filled with sizzling butter where she had been…