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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Achievements (1)
Stories (53/0)
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 Harvey2 years 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 Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
For the second day, Maleah woke to the slow pull of water. Rising, she cleared the sleep from her eyes and peered around the room. Someone had put a blanket over her in the night and for that, she was grateful as she felt the air bite her exposed skin.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The day passed promptly. Shades of dark purple framed the clouds. Spackled pink puffs clung to the remains of the day and from its bed, the moon rose. Many men retreated to playing games with cups and several-sided dies. She ignored their hoots when they were pleased and howls when they weren't.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The soft crackling of water on rocks lulled Maleah awake. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed herself off the ground. Eyes wides, she glanced frantically around. The bleak cave resembled her black cell and sent a shivering panic through her before she saw the fire spitting out and the lump outline of a stranger sleeping opposite her.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The path was long and bumpy as the cursed wagon dragged them through forest debris. In the dull silence, Maleah watched as the sky shifted colors. Twilight arrived as the wagon lurched to a halt. Somewhere off in the close distance, she heard a bell ring.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
Maleah woke to the light crashing of waves against the ship. Through the window, she saw the first rays of dawn break the blackness of the sky. Sitting up, she brushed her fallen mane from her face. She felt around for the tie she'd fashioned to tame it, sighed when she found it had broken in the night.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
King Nikolai walked the courtyard turned graveyard. The moon had hardly risen to its peak when word of the disaster at the borstal woke him from sleep. Before the sun broke the horizon, he arrived at the borstal and was taken to the yard. He stepped over the dead bodies that still lay unmoved. Blood latched onto his boots and he carried with him the smell of burnt flesh. Dozens of Kings Men and several blessed children had their lives taken just hours before.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Fiction