Tag: svartalf
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A Game of War
“What’s your game, Esse?” The mead was finally making me warm.“Game?”“You don’t dedicate resources without a payoff to be had. This is very much a Weaver problem. You don’t have to investigate.”“It is, as you say, a game.” He raised his horn. “I could use the amusement.”I rolled my eyes. “Ass.”He smiled, a genuine gesture.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-15.01
There is a dagger at my throat. The blade is cold, dense, and hums with thick swirls of runic magic. There is a dagger at my throat, but it is only lying there. Just as I am only lying on a slab of worn granite. It feels familiar. The granite holds me horizontal. The dagger…
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Skating to Nowhere
I don’t have ice skates on. The physics of this world would make them a moot detail. It feels like I’m sliding in socks on a freshly mopped floor. But with a frozen floor. And with leather boots. I extend a leg, and with a sudden movement launch myself into a lazy single salchow jump.…
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Desert Blood & Cold Sweats
My first awareness is the sharp press of cracked pebbles pushed into my face. I move my arms in vain and random movement and scratch my hands against the rough dirt. Lifting my head free of the dry ground, the pebbles wound me anew as I grimace. The facial movement nudges them free from my…