From the Author & Artist on Patreon | StudioNini
Comes A Dark Time-Twisted Epic Love Story told in poetic prose. Art from the book available on Patreon
Halycind didn't know the love of her life would be her rediscovered best friend from childhood.  She also didn't know their love would be tested even unto death.
Follow along with magic using head-hunters from a far-off world as they travel together unraveling the weaves of time and space, chasing fleeting love, and battling forces that would attempt to rule it all.

IP Content Warnings:
War, Sexual Situations, Violent and Horrific Imagery, Mature Concepts, Language
IP Flavour: 
#Gothic #Poetic #Emotional #Philosophical #Romantic #Romance #Friendship #Fantasy #Brotherhood #Sisterhood #Horrific
~~~~Song of the Scerci Kaehn~~~~
somewhere beyond, dear reader,
beyond the black of nothing, beyond the flame of living, lies the truth of us,
dear reader.
our tale
written in light, dust, and blood.
a tale of everything, all things. All spinning, all travelling, all whirring in sync.
a machine of order.
a wild gestalt commanded to order.
order all the leys and bends and cycles of what is known of us. what is said of us.
amidst the lies we've told. the plans we've flung. the whispers hummed of what we've done, lies the whole of our shame and glory.
somewhere, dear reader, our skins are laid bare. the deep knowledge of us splayed before old wisdoms and new senses, to be governed by every primeval thing.
each of us incapable of divorcing our role
in order.
incapable of seeing our whole
in order.
inescapably bound to the sway
of order.
the only tale the singing stars unnumbered have sung
of Kings
of Love
of Dominance
of Honour
somewhere in the time-twisted present
buried deep within the void-touched past
seats the truth of us, dear reader.
the truth.
among the dying stars is where we have written...the story of the universe

∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴LET'S MAKE FRIENDS∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
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9 Fractures

…..:::::|. Silver Street: Peddler’s Way .|:::::….. 


She was on a park bench, up the far end of Silver Street. She was clothed and enveloped in a perfect bouquet of floral scents. She moaned herself awake to find she was surrounded by citrus blooms. 


And she instantly felt ugly for betraying him. 


She tried to stand up but tears were threatening to pull her to the ground. 


Several children and a grouping of interested men criss-crossed her vision as they peered upon the near-whimpering girl in the park. 


She collected her sobs and tried to straighten her stance for sake of appearance. 


Halycind was very well put-together this sun-rising. Her bright white armour gleamed in all its bright whiteness; every clasped shut, every cord tied, every hair in her wolaenki in place all laid with feathers and rosestones. But the Halycind on the inside of all that polish was very wrong. 


Of Shame & Regret