This is it.
Heart thumping hard, Eylee’ai slipped over the rail of the ship, flowing into the shadows like a piece of liquid darkness. She kept her skin black as the night and body supple but shifted her hands into long talons, hard enough to rip out a man’s heart.
Or a prince’s.
Bodies pressed in on me on all sides. More were piled up beneath my feet. The grass, gorged with assorted fluids and trampled remains, squished under my boots as I carved open my opponent's chest, pushed him aside, and moved onto the next.
Reality is an illusion we create to convince ourselves nothing will ever change. I have learned change happens regardless of the reality we create. Sometimes it’s so subtle we don’t notice it, but other times it’s so dramatic it alters our lives in a very profound way.
"I do not ask for you to accept my dream as truth. You asked what came to me as I slept, and now I have told you of it. Knowing the future does not make you wise, Hacom, it only gives you a glimpse of what may come to pass. What you do with that knowledge is what shows the worth of a man."
Three royal carriages belonging to the Kingdom of Aspella traveled along the narrow dirt road which bordered the ancient, legendary Wald forês séduc.
King Stefanos Ghéyntyn traveled in the first carriage with his wife and children while his brother, Cletus, traveled in the second. The third carriage held King Stefanos' Minister of Affairs and Chief Counselor, Malchiack Cranach, and a few servants.
I float between the land of dreams and the world of the real. Warm, loved, at peace and my heart beats with the rhythm of my breathing. Slowly, I am pulled into the world of the real – the fresh smell of rain on grass, the tinkling of wind chimes, the warmth of sunlight on my face.
If you see a crystal skull at a garage sale and you think to yourself, “Gee, this’ll make a nifty paperweight,” so you buy it for ten bucks and take it home and find yourself gazing into its eye sockets for hours at a time for no good reason, don’t be surprised if strange things begin to happen, especially on the night of the full moon. It’s quite possible your mind will be sucked out of your own bony skull and enter the crystal one, where it will be flung across the astral plane, piercing the mystic veil enshrouding the ancient past and plunging you into the fabled kingdom of Atlantis.
That’s exactly what happened to me not long ago – except I think I ended up in ALT-lantis, since it was a little bit different than the one Plato and Cayce talked about.
Alexasia followed the rope into the black, frigid water. Her sisters had already gone ahead of her and were waiting in their new home. Thirty seconds, maybe a little more and she would be through the fracture and free from this place.
Tegrin jumped from Maketi’s back, and pulled Kristina into his arms. Maketi nickered, trotting to the orchard in hopes of finding still, ripe apples. Tegrin kissed her neck, the lift of her cheek, and then her temple.
A fallen angel with raven-black hair waved his hand over a crystal ball. The swirling blue mist inside dissipated, revealing the earth slowly spinning. With piercing blue eyes, he somberly observed the world being destroyed by mankind’s greed, corruption and indifference, knowing that without intervention the earth’s inhabitants would cease to exist, leaving him alone in this godforsaken place.
The deepening sun scorched the snowy drifts; turning them cherry pink as it cast its dying rays over the peaks and popular winter resorts of the skiing elite.
Shadows of dusk lengthened as lights twinkled in the valley below. Above the hustle and bustle of bistro and café life, chic alpine lodges, ski schools and cable cars, White Mountain loomed.