Owen A. Wilkie
Bio
Owen is a British fantasy writer living in the historic city of Chester, England. He's been thinking up weird stories for over forty years, and writing them down for about ten.
Stories (3/0)
Curse or Blessing
Alerion, The Red Storm, Terror of the Tarrick Coast, shifted in her sleep. She dreamt she sprawled atop her lost hoard – the wealth of a hundred kingdoms. Coins of gold and silver trickled like rain across her vast body. She burrowed deeper, cleaning her wings and buffing her scales. Her black claws pawed the riches, kneading and stretching with pleasure.
By Owen A. Wilkie 2 years ago in Fiction
Unwanted Guests
Rattien, the last earl of Sollentire, floated listlessly through the dark corridors and dank rooms of his dilapidated manor. He hung his head in shame at the sorry state of the long gallery. The blackened portraits of ancestors long dead, longer even than Rattien himself, stared back in silent reproach. What furniture the mob hadn’t looted – when they had come for him all those years ago, torches burning in the night – had long since tumbled to ruin and rot.
By Owen A. Wilkie 2 years ago in Fiction
The Vale of Ash and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. During the winter months, they warmed their wings under foreign skies, or so my grandfather claimed. But when the snows thawed on the upper slopes and the river ran white with melt water, their shadows would chase across the hillsides in increasing numbers. Their discordant cries rang out, echoing, scattering sheep and maddening the dogs, but they were never a threat. Not then.
By Owen A. Wilkie 2 years ago in Fiction
