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By Lars Wehman Dabney in Issue #464 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Anatolio allowed her to argue a little further, for he could respect that she needed to be heard before ordering the deaths of those who trusted her for only the paltry sake of a distraction. But at last he played the card they both knew he held, which was the antlere...
Ánar’s bootheels echoed on the iron floor. What a groundbreaking honor this ceremony was for a landless tenant like him—joining old house Veivilkas, of the wolf. Such an honor that it made him leaden to think of, made him long for sleep. At the conclusion of the ceremony, he would no longer be merely Ánar from the undercity, scarab-kin, but Ánar...
By E.M. Linden in Issue #466 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Afterwards, while the mother and baby slept or cooed at each other, Jesset was freed to the fresh air to deliver the grace-bread. Sister Grain baked two loaves after every birth. One for the church, to be blessed and broken for the poor of the village. One for the Kind Ones ...