“For long days Braedan drifted in and out of consciousness, his body raging with fever as the infection from his wounds and injuries took its toll, yet whenever he emerged from the fevered delirium he always saw her face hovering over him. She bathed his wounds...
“The cold desert night has descended and the time has come to retreat to the high wind-eroded sandstone bluff for long hours of meditation with the first moon as her only companion. Deep inside there is a longing, a tie to a forgotten past, now brought to...
“The signs were all there, the surface tracks revealed by the light of her storm lamp, the musty carrion smell on the light zephyr that stirred the dune slip slopes. It was only when Malena heard the abrasive slithering and the roaring hiss of the sand...
“Sandwiched between the high canyonlands of the Rakta’M Wastelands and the scarp of Varu’Mandira where her clan’s water shrine was hidden, lay the Ashman’Rak’Sh, the “Devil’s Anvil” a flat featureless plateau of...
“As was her custom, Malena made the arduous journey across Ashman’Rak’Sh, the “Devil’s Anvil”, to Varu’Mandira where her clan’s water shrine was concealed, deep in a cave, lit only by the noon suns. On Wesdraken IV,...
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