Writer. Traveler. Sewist. Cosplay dabbler. Film industry wonk. Geek. I typically write sci-fi/fantasy, but dabble here and there in other things.
The Mataatua Orbital Aquarium had all the makings of a tourist trap: false facades meant to look like an underwater alien temple, a casino right next door, and high-end shopping all around it. But it had, over the years, grown into something more, something even Caroline Dorsey had to appreciate.
The Silence of Lost Things
To enter the Valley of Qeth from the south, one must travel through the mouth of a dragon. Not even the elves recalled a time when the great skeleton did not lay between the mountains, a cavern of bone as black as onyx shielding the forest path from the elements. The beast extended the length of many a crossroad village, taking an average man some 600 steps to emerge on the other side. Many that may have had cause to take the road believed the landmark holy. Many more thought it cursed: either by the spirit of the beast whose bones created the pass, or by the wretched souls who brought her down that age ago and were thus damned to walk the plane until the End Days.