Novel excerpts

The road north stretches long and gray, each mile a reminder of the life you abandoned and the life you carry with you. Continue Reading →

You rise with the first light, shivering but resolute. You have chosen to stay, to guard Margaret from shadows both real and imagined, to endure the weight of fear because it is tethered to love Continue Reading →

The morning air is brittle, carrying a taste of salt and frost. You rise before dawn, the decision made long in the night: you will leave Aldebryn, leave Margaret, leave the warmth of her presence. Continue Reading →

Greed is a shadow that grows in silence. It whispers that more is always necessary—more wealth, more power, more recognition—and convinces the heart that fulfillment lies in accumulation. Continue Reading →

You flung the mushroom into the river, watching its pale glow drift away until the current swallowed it. The moment it left your hand, the world seemed emptier, colder, Continue Reading →

The days that followed blurred into one another—gray mornings that smelled of salt and rain, long silences that stretched across the house like cobwebs. Continue Reading →

If you look back on the long road that carried you from exile to the throne, the view is surprising. It was never a straight path, never a guaranteed ascent Continue Reading →

The moment the letter is sent, the winds of war roar across the land. Claudius does not wait. His armies march without pause, their banners cutting the sky like knives. Continue Reading →

You take the quill in your hand, the parchment trembling beneath your fingers. The words you write are meant to seal peace, to bind the Emperor’s oath with ink and solemnity, and to reassure your people that Moravice can breathe once more. Continue Reading →