Erin Wescott
Bio
Former archaeologist, currently on an adventure. I write a little bit of everything.
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Stories (58/0)
Nameless
Ziffer wove himself effortlessly through the Forest of Seasons. In the human world, dragons were mythical creatures with absurd bat-like wings. But Ziffer didn’t need wings to fly. His magic made him fast and light. Like a lethal arrow, he was perfectly suited to be a messenger of war. Nimble and unstoppable, he was just looking for another adjective when he found himself crashing headlong into a bank of bluebells on the forest floor.
By Erin Wescott18 days ago in Fiction
A Plague of Uncles
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There still weren’t, in fact. A single dragon could hardly be called an infestation. But if you asked the villagers what troubled them most, their answer would still be dragons, and you wouldn’t think that was unreasonable. If one terrible monster could appear out of thin air, it was only a matter of time before things got worse.
By Erin Wescott6 months ago in Fiction
Sleeping Bounty
Harper took a deep breath and kissed him. For a moment his lips were like stone beneath hers, then they melted. Not literally, although she’d seen stranger things happen in the Spiral Arms. As she leaned back, his eyes fixed on hers. The danger was real. She could almost feel the love emanating from the depths of his soul. Before it could get out of hand, she blasted the implant in his neck, stunning him.
By Erin Wescott10 months ago in Fiction
Debts Unpaid
Maren pressed a cool cloth to the stranger’s forehead. He winced at her touch, mumbling something in his fevered sleep. He hadn’t woken since she’d dragged him from the sea in the dead of the night. The burns on his leg were starting to knit closed already, but she knew that there was worse to come. Magic always came with a price.
By Erin Wescott10 months ago in Fiction
Sweet Jurassic Dreams
I’ve been on the run since 1993. Chased out of jungles. Fleeing through complex urban settings. Unable to ever fully rest. You might be wondering what I’ve done to deserve this life of intense peril. It’s simple, really. I bought a ticket to see Jurassic Park. Also, a large soda. But that doesn’t figure prominently in this story.
By Erin Wescott10 months ago in Geeks
