
I’ve finished the 50,000 words required for National Novel Writing Month. Now it’s time to get to the end of Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea. I’ve got 11 days and about 30,000 words left.
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I’ve finished the 50,000 words required for National Novel Writing Month. Now it’s time to get to the end of Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea. I’ve got 11 days and about 30,000 words left.

A single lantern flared to life atop the fort wall, and I could just make out a quiet conversation of alarm above the whispering of the wind in the trees. Dark shapes of men moved about on the battlements.
I approached, my axe on my shoulder and my other hand free and held up in what I hoped was a gesture of peace. “My name is Eske,” I shouted in the tongue of the Dragon Temple. Some of the men in the town could understand me, and if I was right, some of these men would, as well. “I want to speak to your leader.”
Continue reading “Journey to the Water Chapter IV: The Hills of Maagay”I am no longer in Governor Niran’s employ. He was dishonest. I want to know the truth.
Journey to the Water Chapter IV
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My axe came down on the first guard’s head. His helmet caved in over his face and he stumbled backward with a curse I could not understand. The others pressed in around me, fencing me in with their spears. A flash to my left caught my eye, and I stepped back, fearing a deadly point.
It was only the shaft of a spear darting toward me. It glanced harmlessly off my shoulder. They still intended to bring me in alive.
Continue reading “Journey to the Water Chapter III: Banwa Province”“I am Eske, world-treader and champion of the Cerean Tournament. It would be in your best interest to let me go.”
Journey to the Water Chapter III
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The dragon sent me south, to the Isles of Ashinya. There, I was to speak with the elders, who kept an artifact they called the Dreaming Eye in a temple on the largest island. With their help, I might be able to use it, and it would open the way to the other world that I sought. I was unsure exactly how it worked, but I trusted the word of the dragon.
“You cannot travel as I do,” she said. “You are human, and you will require human guidance. Pay your obeisance to the wise women of Ashinya, and they will help you.”
Continue reading “Journey to the Water Chapter II: The Road South”
Phyreios was in ruins. A gaping black maw lay open at the base of the mountain, where the worm had gone back from whence it came, into the bowels of the earth. Under the clear autumn sky, a miasma of smoke and dust hovered over the rubble. The survivors were few, and they had nothing but what they were able to carry, but they lived, and they would rebuild. A god walked among them, and he would lead them to a golden age of peace and prosperity—a god who wore the face of my beloved.
Continue reading “Journey to the Water Chapter I: The Dragon Temple”A city in the desert, held in thrall by seven all-powerful tyrants.
A contest to win a sword that can kill a god.
A gentle healer whose dreams foretell the apocalypse.
A rider from the steppe, pursuing those who slew her people and scattered their remnants to the winds.
And a lonely wanderer from the North, running from his past and toward an uncertain future, caught in the middle of it all.
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We made our way back to the gate, a grim procession through the rain and the rubble. Phyreios had truly and utterly fallen. There was nothing left of the temple at the foot of the mountain, once the city’s most magnificent structure. Of the arena, all that remained was a few broken pillars of soot-stained white marble, standing half-buried in a bed of broken stone. Over the husk of the city lay a miasma of smoke, and the rain brought up a thick fog. I could not see much farther than the reach of my arm. The Sword of Heaven hung heavy from my hand.
Continue reading “Beyond the Frost-Cold Sea: Chapter XXVII”