New chapter–a short little interlude to kick off Part the Second!
LAST TIME on The Mirror Crack’d: Maedhros and Anniavas kissed underneath the mistletoe, and Anniavas tentatively decided they were friends.
THIS TIME on The Mirror Crack’d: Months before the events of Yule at Himring, a young Elf searching for her brother finds a monstrous creature on the shore of Lake Helevorn.
Chapter Rating: T and up
Another second Friday, another new chapter!
LAST TIME on The Mirror Crack’d: Anniavas grapped with philosophies of hierarchy, and interpersonal relations, and was not able to swear his fealty to the Lord of Himring.
THIS TIME: Domestic matters become unimportant when Maedhros’s company is attacked by dark creatures. The kennel-master and Anniavas ride to his rescue.
For those of you who were interested in getting a peek into Maedhros’s head, this chapter features the first section from his point of view.
Chapter Rating: T and up
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Rating: Teen
Warnings: Moderate Violence
Summary: A deal goes wrong on the yellow tier. We are introduced to a kitsune prince and his terrifying lover.
Short Tail tried to stand a little straighter as she entered the conference room at the end of the line. She did not want to make any mistakes on her first day of duty, particularly not as a guard of the illustrious Leopard family. She was still unsure as to how she, Short Tail, the runt of the parade, had made it this far, and she damn well didn’t want to disappoint, even if she was only serving as the guard for the youngest son, Leopard Paw, and according to all her squad mates, today’s meeting barely counted as guard work at all.
“Final meeting with the kitsune prince?” Sharp Fangs had smirked. “I think you’ll be fine.”
All the same, Short Tail was curious. There weren’t many kitsune on the yellow tier, and Bee of the Wolf family was one of the only ones coming from princely blood.
When they entered, he didn’t look like anything special. Seated at the head of the table and sprawling a little, feet up, he looked like any other troll prince, his dark hair gathered in small, beaded braids close to his head. There was something strange about the wide set of his eyes and the glitter of yellow in the depths of his irises, but Short Tail would never have noticed if she hadn’t already known. Far more striking—and simultaneously surprising—was his companion.
Continue reading “The Man in the Runic Kerchief”
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Blood and violence, dark themes, mild internalized homophobia
Summary: When Feithlyn moves from her tiny village to the big city to study veterinary medicine, she’s expecting some things to change. She is not expecting to become embroiled in a ghostly murder mystery, at the center of which stands an enigmatic figure known only as the ghost-queller. As Feithlyn’s world expands, she fights to keep her footing–and her life.
The bird cocked its head and tapped on the glass.
“Stop that! Shoo!” It wasn’t that Feithlyn didn’t like crows, it was just that the last few times she had turned her back, this one had managed to open the window and sneak inside, dropping feathers everywhere for her to clean up. Crows did not belong in a café, and if the owner found out, Feithlyn feared for her employment, which meant fearing for her tiny one-room apartment, which meant fearing she would have to complete her veterinary degree while homeless. Which sounded difficult.
Continue reading “The Ghost-Queller”Rating: Mature
Warnings: Vicious fantasy violence, disease, drowning
Summary: While Énna prepares to negotiate a treaty with the Aerie, Ryder tries to solve a set of mysterious drownings in the southern part of Bridehive.
A/N: Art by Zomburai.
I blinked my eyes open into watery sunlight, yawning and stretching, and reaching out blindly for Énna. My questing hand found a warm place between otherwise empty sheets, and I grumbled sadly beneath my breath. Gone again, and the sun was barely over the windowsill. He’d been working too hard, but then it wasn’t so surprising. In just a few weeks, the Monarch of the Aerie would be traveling to Bridehive to sign our treaty, and in the meantime, we were all trying to rebuild our hometown from the mess the Khar had made of it.
I was at loose ends. I’d been ordered to rest in the aftermath of my head injury, and it turned out I was not very good at it. I kept trying to sneak out and go to the library, at least, but the teachers were very serious that they meant mental rest, as well as physical. The headaches had faded almost five days ago, and at this point I was ready to stab something, just so that I could have a reason to do the purification rite. It would be better than lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.
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