Sarka Meets Mar’i
The Hidden Blossom wasn’t a tavern so much as a living, breathing thing. It hummed. Not with the low thrum of engines or the distant groan of a ship’s hull,…
The Hidden Blossom wasn’t a tavern so much as a living, breathing thing. It hummed. Not with the low thrum of engines or the distant groan of a ship’s hull,…
The first breath was a mistake. It wasn’t air. It was a razor-edged storm of ice and pine, a violent shock to lungs that had known only the stale, recycled…
The airship’s control rod groaned in protest as Sarka pushed it forward with all her might, sending the small ship plummeting through the clouds to avoid a massive harpoon. “Come…
Time didn’t just slow; it shattered. The roar of the tearing airship, the merchant’s panicked screams, the shriek of stressed metal—it all coalesced into a single, silent, high-pitched whine in…
The airship’s control rod groaned in protest as Sarka pushed it forward with all her might, sending the small ship plummeting through the clouds to avoid a massive harpoon. “Come…