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 (53/0)
The Blessed City
King's Men gathered outside the southern border of the swampland. Word had spread of Lord Brae's pursuit of the Blessed. The teasing rumor that one of them was the prized treasure the King had sought for years lay at the end of the hunt and the greed of the reward of a triumphant capture for anyone and all who partake in the delivery drove the men to Lord Brae's camp. Riding from as far east as the Ether Mountains and as far west as the sea. Then, of course, those who joined Brae since the beginning had traveled leagues from the borstal alongside the lord himself.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
Arik collected her before sunrise the following morning. Dragging her out of bed and ushering her out the door before she could even yawn. They waded down the halls and passed the paintings she'd awed days before. As they grown used to her, they became comfortable moving as she passed. The leaves in one painting blew lazily from an absent breeze. And when the Lady in Red smiled at her, she smiled back.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The sun disappeared; the cool heat vanished off her skin. Her vision fizzled back. Speck by speck until she had to blink to adjust to a new dark. Torches lined the walls in a cave. Carving a curved pathway from rock. The light illuminated the faces of their captors. They had drawn their hoods from their faces, removed the cloth from their mouths. And they were staring at them.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
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 Harvey2 years 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 Harvey2 years 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 Harvey2 years 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 Harvey2 years 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 Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
