I raised the deep green crystal to my shoulder. With considerable force and an iron will to keep my voice muffled, I dug the lines of the symbol into my skin. The pain was everywhere, though most assuredly in the spot I had mutilated, but it mattered not; my fascination overruled all else.
Click here to start with Chapter 1 I did not suffer my punishment well, hard though I tried. Sleeping while standing was no easy feat and I almost hit the cave floor on more than one occasion that first night. By morning I almost fell just to invite the deadly spear and end my torture … Continue reading The Thirteenth Quorum: Chapter 4
The walls painstakingly constructed around her heart were not built of whimsy; they could not simply be willed away. Not until proof has sufficiently softened them.