The people of Tamryn had no idea how good they had it.
He stared at the stone walls of his self-imposed prison.
Even this was far better than where he’d been.
At least until he’d met her and wanted more than he could have.
Micro Fiction
Micro Fiction: Abomination
Lorik studied the hunchback as she mounted her massive white charger easily even in her full armor.
Despite the oppressive heat, she stayed bundled in her cloak.
As civilization fell behind them, the old man nodded toward her. “You must be hot, and we are well past where others can see you.”
She paused then sighed. “He might as well know the truth sooner than later.”
“What truth…” Lorik’s jaw fell open as she shrugged off the cloak and revealed a pair of fluffy white wings.
“That I am a half-breed abomination. But I’m still going to destroy Thorn.”
Micro Fiction: Pretty Face
Leaving his empty glass at the bar, he followed the pair to the table. “You don;t belong here,” he murmured as he sat down opposite them.
“Maybe not, but where else would we find you?” the old man asked.
“Whatever it is, I’m not your man.”
“He may be correct.” The words came from under the cloak.
So the hunchback was a woman. She looked at him, and the cloak slipped enough that he could see her.
Seeing her was like being punched in the gut. Lorik had always been a sucker for a pretty face, but she was the kind of beautiful kings fought wars over.
Micro Fiction: Third Ale
Lorik stared at the bottom of his third ale.
The memories still haunted him. He’d need something stronger tonight.
Before he could call over the barkeep, an old man and a hunchback stumbled into the bar.
A whisper of magic brushed over him. Strong magic.
Holy magic.
What in the seven hells were they doing here?
Micro Fiction: Lifetime
A whisper.
A touch.
A stolen glance across a crowded room.
She was trouble all right, the kind of trouble that saddled a man for life.
But the weight of that burden suddenly didn’t feel so heavy.
Micro Fiction: Duped
She’d been duped.
The brother she’d fought to save grinned at her as he readied his blade to sacrifice her soul.
Closing her eyes, she prayed the man she loved would forgive her.
Then she gave in to her rage and tore free of her bonds.