Storms and Mirrors

by Serena W. Sorrell A bruised night draped over the wild ocean waves by the kingdom beside the sea. Clouds churned; thunder cracked; lightning pealed; and a prince was born. The babe’s hair was the same color of that boiling sky. His eyes the same as the electric sea. Across his fair skin shadows marbled…

Aion Reverie (excerpt)

by Serena W. Sorrell   Pitch Black. The absence of light. A flash of red. I return to the void of nothing. Once more the blinding red reappears. It continues like this. A steady, slow rhythm, like a heartbeat. I know it's happening quicker than I presume: the flashing warning lights, the choking noxious smoke filling the…