Becoming – Chapter Three

The later combat rounds were…brutal. The rules were dropped, and the fight would continue until there was a decisive outcome. That meant one of the fighters had to concede the fight or be unconscious or incapacitated.

Iron and Bone – Chapter Seven

Seeing the meat sloughing from their bones, the sinew snapping, turned her stomach. Their wrappings had unravelled and hung off them, along with strips of skin, fluttering in a breeze Wolf could not feel.

Becoming – Chapter Two

Look at me, wildfire. I saw that you were resourceful, and stubborn. I saw you protecting every other prisoner in there by throwing yourself to the goddamn wolves. I saw you stand up to a god, and I saw you win.

Thank You

I just want to take the time to say a massive thank you to my followers. I reached 100 followers on my blog recently, and it’s just crazy that there are people that actually want to read what I’m writing. You guys are the reason I’ve been able to push through and keep writing on days I really didn’t think I could.

Iron and Bone – Chapter Six

With hints of powder blue scales, matched by her eyes and hair, her Wreika heritage was evident. Somewhere in her lineage was a blue wyvern, a fearsome and mystical creature, the likes of which was rarely seen in the current age. With her pale skin, fair as snow, and nails shaped into talons, Ninian looked ethereal and dangerous.

Hypermobility

Today, I’d like to talk about hypermobility. If you are unfamiliar with the term, hypermobility means that your joints are more flexible. It's also referred to as being double-jointed. Some people experience pain, and some don't.

Becoming – Chapter One

Hades buried his face in his hands as he relived it again. Eris’ ashes were still glowing white hot when he arrived, and it didn’t take a genius to see that Kali had been responsible. Especially when she was still plummeting from the sky.

Iron and Bone – Chapter Five

Smoke and steel drew her, threads of gold and silver dancing in what was left of her vision, leading the way. She murmured a prayer of thanks to whichever gods were listening that there were no mercenaries in the alley. She no longer had the strength to keep up any kind of façade.

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