Tiffanie Harvey
Bio
From crafting second-world fantasies to scheming crime novels to novice poetry; magic, mystery, music. I've dreamed of it all.
Now all I want to do is write it.
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Stories (49/0)
The Blessed City
They'd left food in their rooms and fresh linens to wash with. Between not eating since midday the day before and training half the morning, her appetite was hearty. Maleah ate until her stomach felt as if it might burst. When Arik came to retrieve her, she didn't fuss over the ruse he pulled in the circle nor argue about the efficacy of his actions. Or lack of. Instead, she kept to an easy conversation as she followed him through the winding halls of the castle.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The knock at the door roused her awake. Outside, the sun had hardly a ray in the sky. Tossing her face into the pillows, she willed the knock away. When it thudded again, she groaned and rolled out of bed. Forgetting herself, she jerked the door open.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
Maleah stood in the Red Desert. The sun was insanely hot, thinning the air until it was near impossible to breathe. Shielding her eyes, she turned in circles. Yellow dirt stretching forever into the distance. Desperation gripped her and she began to walk. Searching for water, people, anything. But found nothing. She was alone.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
Lord Brae and the Huntsman arrived at Lord Remus' home in the eastern cliffs of Ungerdon three days after the debacle in the Tri-Bordered City. Lord Brae had reeled every day since. Casting his fury onto any unlucky man and watching until they fainted from the pain. He cared not for the bird nor its master who tended to it after its fall.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
They rode for two days. Riding through the night and as far from Aaurn as the mountains could take them. Maleah did not miss a moment since they'd left. Basking in the horse-thrown winds and relishing in the crisp winter air. The exhilaration of feeling a large, breathing beast beat its hooves on the ground as it carried her towards a hopeful future. Even still, she could not ignore the undercurrent of fear the clutch to the edges of her sanity.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
Lord Brae waited for the Huntsman to return from his final assessment of the port. Their search of the island had proven fruitless and no man claimed to have seen or heard anything but the whispers beyond the village. If the Huntsman had not suggested they also speak to the King's Men at the port, they may have never made a disturbing revelation. Replaying the conversation in his head, Lord Brae contemplated his next move.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
As the sun sank behind the curtain of the mountains, fire-lit torches lit lined the city from all sides. Slowly, everyone gathered outside and made for the gathering hall. Strapping their bags to their backs, the three of them melted into the crowd.
By Tiffanie Harveyabout a year ago in Fiction
