The Etra Anthology

There was a peacefulness to the Aether, a certain finality in the way that it wove together all that it touched…

“Livia!” Belmia’s voice echoed through the small room, as though the intensity with she had locked onto her friend’s possessing form had opened up boundless falling space between them…

The night was cold and dark, and the hallowed walls of the Stria’s temple had been trespassed upon by a clinging force of malevolence…

In the depths of another evening Belmaia stirred the pot, chopped the vegetables, and tended the fire underneath it all…

There was a slump to the end of Belmaia’s days, a sort of slow collapse from the shape she held herself up in…