I sometimes write stories set in a polytheistic world where angels are a theological and objective physical reality, created by the gods as their servants. The Benarians are convinced that they are the favoured people of the gods, while angels recruit and drop a word, or a scroll, in the ears of the wise to influence events and outside the bounds ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt:

"Angel universe please!
Prompt word: Blizzard.
Alternately, since that's hard to imagine in summer: tiny Dots of snow melting on cloth."

“What are you doing?”  Beliriel huddled in her cloak as she looked at the stranger.

“Digging us a snow cave,” the stranger in his ridiculous feathered cloak told her.  “A body could ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's prompt " From the Angels setting: a forgotten holiday."

Tala found Lasrial sitting morosely on a rock on the edge of their practice ground.  The older angel was usually serious and solemn but today he drooped.  The shades of the dead that thronged Thaladneth’s halls usually ignored the angels but they were crowded around ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt "Tala/the swordlords - "Three turns of the tide""

The convocation of the gods was over and the participants had dispersed to their home demesnes.  Tala had taken Warial’s advice and kept her speculations to herself but she had continued to speculate and once the Thirteenth Swordlord and his small retinue had returned home ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt, "More on the world with the angels. Tala?"

The convocation of the gods was a great thing even if no-one else knew what the gods discussed behind their closed doors, not even the angels who had accompanied them from their own domains to this great meeting place.  The angels waited outside the bounds of the meeting in their ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt when I thought my first piece was trapped in a broken computer or lost.  It follows on from An Angel With A Message.

Haigenes had a lot to think about.  That was unusual because he wasn’t encouraged to think.  Usually he was told what to do and did it.  It was certainly easier than being shouted at and called slow and ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to kunama_wolf's prompt and rescued it from my computer that has issues.  This has a sequel in the piece I wrote as a replacement when I had thought I had lost this one, The Man With The Bucket.

Aldorachai found himself in this position rather often.  He was beginning to think of it as an occupational hazard.  The humans who did this ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.

“There are angels,” explained Lasrial, “and there are vard.  Angels are servants of the gods.  It’s what we’re created for.  We have free will, a desire to serve, a propensity to support the functioning of the universe and a talent for singing.  The vard are miniatures of their masters, the Vardmasters.”

“Wait, those ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt.  It follows on from Might Have Beens.

Tala was returning home with the Third Swordlord’s reply to her master’s message when she came across the fight on the borders of her master’s demesne.  Angel versus vard, one on one, with spears.  Tala didn’t recognise the brown winged angel but she did recognise her master’s symbol ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.

“Just curious,” asked the voice from the doorway, “but what are you doing?”

The priest straightened.  “This boy is possessed by an unclean spirit, giving him hallucinations.  The spirit must be driven out to save his soul and mind.  His mother was supposed to stop us being disturbed.”  The priest hadn’t turned to see ( Read more... )