Quill And Flame Publishing Novels & Stories

NEVER IN YOUR LIFE Sire, the father of Justin has had quite the life. He and his two friends turned to worse enemies have had a story worthy life that they all would rather that they forget but there's a danger that's lurking so close to them that they can't ignore what happened then because it might help them find their way out of the troubles ahead. This is the start of the life of Sire, Mona and Mury. Three former friends known as three flames that burnt so bright that they could shine even the darkest places.

He picked up the heavy silver quill and signed his jagged signature at the bottom. He handed the quill to me. I stepped up, the silver ring on my finger catching the firelight. I brought the quill to the parchment, ready to sign the document that would dismantle the Blackwood Ridge pack's dominance. As the metal tip touched the paper, the flames in the hearth turned a violent, sickly green. A high-pitched frequency shattered the room. It struck directly at the mind.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

After the formlessness of the dream, the Medicine wing's small certainties felt like solid ground. We were preparing a batch of wound salve that morning, a task that required grinding dried silverleaf into a fine powder before combining it with rendered fat and a measure of oil pressed from the seeds of a plant whose name I had not yet learned. Sefa had demonstrated the process twice and then left us to it, moving between the long preparation tables to check our progress with the quiet efficiency of someone who had done this so many times the observation itself had become automatic.