Villain Series: Part IV

Forward: Welcome welcome welcome! This is the final part in the villain series. I really hope everyone has enjoyed it so far. Now, part four is a little different from the rest. It's written in 1st person POV instead of 3rd to allow a better in-depth look at Chernobog. It's also shorter than the others, because … Continue reading Villain Series: Part IV

Villain Series: Part III

Chernabog looks in the mirror he’s been standing in front of for the past quarter hour. He looks human, but beyond that he has difficulty differentiating this body from that of every other human on the planet. He doesn’t poke or prod at the human jumpsuit. There is just too much of him in it. … Continue reading Villain Series: Part III

Villain Series: Part II

For the first time in centuries, Chernabog is too surprised to be angry. He digs one long claw around in his right ear before angling toward Belobog “I thought you said go out. On a date,” Chernabog says. He wrinkles his nose and draws his lips away from his teeth, brow furrowed. “Yes, yes. I … Continue reading Villain Series: Part II

Villain Series: Part I

Mount Triglav gives an earth-rumbling heave before the world falls silent. There is no light here. There is no life. It is Walpurgisnacht—a night the pagans once celebrated with bonfires and dancing. Thunder breaks the silence and in the following stillness there begins a gentle shutter through the earth, the air, a shimmering of heat … Continue reading Villain Series: Part I

The Shill and the Purblind

It's a little exposition-dense. A kink I'll work out over the drafts to come. For now, since it's been so long and I know you need something to live on—talking to you Dave—enjoy this bit of fiction from The Shill and the Purblind.     My mother was a slave, Idun Verdandi recited. My mother tried to … Continue reading The Shill and the Purblind

Einar, the Ungelīc

Einar sat back on his haunches, elbows resting on his knees. The view from his perch on the scorched black hill showed him a valley of the dead. Heat rose in soft waves from open bodies, turning the cold air foggy. Even the rain took on a red glint as it crossed the warm front. … Continue reading Einar, the Ungelīc

Idun Verdandi, an Ísigstān Slave

Idun Verdandi was born in the Ísigstān kingdom. Idun was born a slave in the house of the Vetr Sun, living in the very same castle as the hēahcyning himself. This knowledge was no comfort. Idun had once been told the story of her beginning. Her mother, also a slave, had tried to first hide Idun, then … Continue reading Idun Verdandi, an Ísigstān Slave