everest stares up at the moon and wonders if he, too, is lonesome
besotted mountains look upon one another cursed never to touch
- Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Noblesse ObligeRunner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
I sensed her before I saw her, a trace of flesh distinctive enough to rouse me from even regret's punishing slumber. The confusion set in like weighted fog. None so delicate as a mortal can withstand this northernmost province; the reason I elected, long ago, to hide within its frost.
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but on this night, a candle burns in the window. •♾• Jake Peterson snuffs a match between pinched fingers, cringing as the sulfur hits his nostrils. Kimber Lane follows his lead, the room aglow amid a dozen feasting wicks.
- Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
MirtaRunner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Whilst Lysander drew breath, all manner of beasts were relegated to the Highlands, leaving the gentle to inherit the Village. In gratitude, the Meadows erupted with vitality, a thousand shades of florid splendour peacocking for the merriment of Men and Dwarves alike.