The Etra Anthology

“There was a god here, once.” Adysl recited, feeling out across the wallstones of the crumbling and emptied temple, the last of Myarsa…

Leça was drawn through the swamp, under shamed sunset light…

The conservator was an unassuming man, and not one that Leça recognized from the understreets…

“Lady abbess!” Leça called out across the warbling din in lashed-together hope…