The wind whipped through the verdant courtyard and swept Thalia’s hair into her face. Tucked under one arm was a battered book with loose pages sticking out of it, a dozen color-coded bookmarks, and what looked like a napkin with scribbled notes hanging out of one end. A leather belt with a brass fastener attached…
Short Stories
Blinding Gods
With each footstep, the bones of another god crunched as Kir trudged across the ash-covered wastes. Above him, the roiling grey clouds of the seventh sky churned with the fury of an apocalypse, and little tufts of dust rose from every footfall to coat the tattered tails of a threadbare cloak. A large object wrapped…