Brigantia and the Bard

So then, you’re the filly who left the message at the bar for me to come an’ sit after my performance, yeah? Can’t say I get many fans clamorin’ to share a drink with me these days. Hands don’t play as spry as they used to. So which o’ my songs did you take a…

Fighting the Undertow (the end)

by Serena W. Sorrell Far, far away, across four hundred leagues, Vandkys came to fear every dawn. Each morning brought closer the day she most dreaded, but couldn’t delay: the day she’d be wedded. Winter was ending, drawing to a close, and no matter how much she prayed the ground would soon thaw. The first…

Fighting the Undertow (part four)

by Serena W. Sorrell Halimeda awoke to sunlight through thatch and humming nearby. The smell of fish and smoke filled her lungs, along with the burning of breathing. Laughter outside burst in through the door. Not so faraway, voices lilted and lifted to her round human ears. It was a strange way to experience the…