Ghelat knew everything about this mountain. Everything about this moment. Ten thousand times, he had seen the same afternoon sun bleed slowly into its resting place on the western horizon. He knew the shape of the cold whisper of wind that flew up through the rigid valley below, the feel of how it whipped and danced softly in celebration of its freedom from the dense foliage beneath it. He recognized each individual among the small, jagged rocks he stood upon….
I’ve decided to share a bit of a detective story from my larger project for the holiday. I don’t think there’s too much that needs to be laid out before reading, although there is a fair amount of “in-universe” vernacular for periods of time that pass and some basic fantasy-ish backstory… I hope these terms are not distracting, but I think the reader should be able to guesstimate more or less what the words represent. If something is odd or…
While I plan to continue rounding up old notes and reviewing interesting ideas, my initial goal with this blog was to get comfortable with creative writing to ease back into a larger world-building project I’ve had on the back-burner for years now. The working name for the project I have in my head currently is “Wardens of the Wyrd”. This poem is just a bit of color for the reader looking into the mechanics of how a certain piece of…