Author: E. H. Kindred

E. H. Kindred is the author and illustrator of the young adult epic fantasy series, The Somadàrsath. Look for her books on Amazon.com

Anecdote LI. The Things That Were Lost

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July 21st, 2015 • Avigdell Lask’s wings waited in the healing solution. It had taken weeks for them to regenerate in the sarcophagus Garth had constructed, but now they were full and vibrant, floating in the glowing water in the corner of the infirmary.  In the center of the room was a table, where preparations were happening. Lask lay on the table, and Falient was trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Elanor had taken the day off work and laid down in the dark at home, so as to clearly project herself to perch on a stool by more »

Anecdote L. The Poison Tree

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June 26th, 2015 Though Zestir had fallen, there was no easy way to his poison tree. Falient led Lask to the edge of the crater in silence. The hunter moved with his natural stealth, needing no magic to move undetected, but Lask was wrapped in the crimson cloak Phena had given him, which shielded him from Dark eyes. He had taken the extra precaution of painting himself with the ashes of some of his previous enemies, the ash helping to mask his Light, but Falient doubted even those measures would be enough. A Luminor Rose like Lask could not help more »

Anecdote XLIX. A Game of Fate and Chess

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June 23rd, 2015 When Lask entered the Library the night Zestir died, he did not stop at his podium on the landing. Instead, he took the staircase on the left and trotted down to the main floor. He paused for just a moment at one of the tables near the steps, placing a foot on one of the chairs to draw his boot knife, then preemptively unfastened the top five clasps of his shirt. Taking a breath, he steeled himself, and whispered to the Library, “Please let me emerge from here again.” With that, he set off down the main more »

Anecdote XLVIII. Zestir Meets Big Red Karma

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June 23rd, 2015 Stefin’s army marched through the doorways the officers had drawn in streamlined precision. Stefin and Giemm watched their progress as the dozen soldiers beside them readied the Light explosive Kieran had built. Once through the door, Giemm would remain with the device and oversee the field. As they waited for the army to cross through, Giemm murmured, “Don’t get yourself killed, mi senierro.” “I won’t,” Stefin growled. “You’d better not either.” Giemm gave him an affectionate peck, then noted the officer’s signal at the nearest door. “Come on,” said Stefin. The soldiers behind them braced themselves against more »

Anecdote XLVII. To Steal a Titan

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June 22nd, 2015 When it was time to put their plans into motion, Lask assembled nine children in his territory of Verica to help them prepare the prison for Zestir’s Titan: Daia, Jericho, Alannis, Cora, Max, Noreen, Thessula, Cressida, and Quinn. Falient’s daughter Cressida was a Reader, like Jackie, but one of the spirit kind, and her magic worked differently. Lask had brought supplies from his magical stores, and tasked the children with making Light water, and preparing various herbs to be mixed in it. He had the Serpent girl Thessula draw a web of patterns in the dust outside more »

Anecdote XLVI. The Fog of Doubt

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At first, Lask did not want to hope for his wings– he dared not indulge in the excitement of “if it works…” and instead, busied himself with the science and magic of what it would take to resurrect the decades-dead flesh and reattach it in working order. He consulted his friends and allies, the Library, his contacts in the city, and eventually found the concoction he needed. It was the ingredients that would prove tricky. Some, he had on hand, some could be made for him, others would prove more difficult: the poison used on him, grown from a black more »

Anecdote XLX. Wrathful Reminders

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Before Alkesh Alushain, there were many others, drawn together by Fate for purposes only the Light understands. One of them, called the Alkesh of Timoral, was all that held back the forces of Darkness stirring the Civil War. There was but one human member: Edgar Alan Poe. His Luminara, Lenore, had an obsession with Darkness, was convinced it could be cured. Eventually, she came to convert a Demon, who joined them, her Shadow, and a Runner named Maridigron. Theirs was a tumultuous group, hounded by the Dark wherever they went. Wyatt, then unbound, and his alkesh of Viatrians protected them more »