The parchment was warm and dry in my hand, despite the cold. The office was dark, lit only by the candle on my desk and the dim light of the dying fire. That was the way I liked it, really. Too much light made me lose my focus, and I would need all of my faculties for this news ( Read more... )

         The candlelight flickered off the walls, casting odd shadows over the paper and and ink bottle on the old oak desk. Staring absently at the quill in her hand, Saible allowed the image to blur, foreground and background merging. sudenly, she snapped her gaze back into focus and frowned at the paper in front of her. It was frustrating, she ( Read more... )

The smoke hung heavy over the dusty tables and rickety chairs like fog over a swamp. The lights were dim, as if the owners of the place were trying to hide the beer stains and cigarette burns that everyone already knew were there. The music from the dance floor drifted eerily atop the smoke like a light glaze, the soft jazz beat permeating ( Read more... )

I sighed deeply, attempting to expel the fear and exhaustion that gripped my chest with claws of ice. From the field below, there rose the acrid scent of blood mixed with sweat. The smell of the battlefield.The mist curled in the valley, laying low to the ground like a shroud, and the wind blew my hair about my face as it howled through accross the ( Read more... )