Tjörnes Novels & Stories

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

I shook my head as I picked myself up from the bench and curtsied, “No mistress, just ensuring I didn’t keep you or any of the circle waiting this morning” She smirked as she signalled for me to follow. I nodded my head and step into line behind her. The draw bridge dropped down before us and she walked across it without a flinch. I always got nervous. A wooden draw bridge over a river of Lava that flows down from one of the three Volcanoes surrounding us. Something about that just didn’t seem to make sense to me. “Come along Amelia, the bridge will hold you. Has for the last hundred years”

Then landing in front of the cave where he lived, Aranjo jumped down from the Griffin's back and saw the scenery in front of her. The atmosphere here is very different, this place is not the same as the fog forest. The trees here are green with colorful flowers and there is a small river along the eye view containing very clear water. "Is this still part of the fog forest?" asked Aranjo. 'Yes!' Aranjo ran towards the river, with both hands taking water and washing her face. Very fresh, Aranjo can also clearly see the fish swimming in it. Aranjo ran around happily and then approached Griffin.

"Or we admit this isn't working and negotiate return to Victor." "That's not an option." "It might have to be. Pride doesn't feed people, Maya. At some point, survival trumps principle." "Not yet. Not while there are still other options." Maya pulled out maps. "There. The town of Phoenicia. Twenty miles north. Pre-freeze population was 300. If even a fraction survived, there might be a community there. Or at least stores and supplies we can salvage." "Twenty miles through frozen mountains with minimal supplies. That's a full expedition."

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.