- 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 waking man rises from his seat as if vacating a coffin, his movements stiff and decidedly linear. Unaware that such efforts are in vain, he wrenches open his jaw and attempts to speak. Though seriffed fonts parade across his mind, sound eludes the tongue entirely.
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but one 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 suit, the room unevenly aglow under 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. The Colouring, as 'twas dubbed, ushered in peace and prosperity theretofore unknown. Alas, things of beauty are never destined to endure. On the eve that found the Stone Witch creeping through the Tower, fierce winds destroyed...