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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 Richard Parks in Issue #463 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine “Meaning humans have souls, if not physical immortality. Snake-devils have neither. From my point of view, I am trading lead for gold in what I teach versus what I learn. If this is betrayal, may you always be traitor to me.” I wasn’t so certain about the “lead for gold” a...
By Jonathan Louis Duckworth in Issue #466 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine He had neither the energy nor the interest to argue. Nor to talk at all. With a grunt, Guy got behind his cart and pushed it forward. The night would only get darker, and he had a long way to go to the valley where a maison de potage and a nice fireplace awaited...