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 .|:::::….. 


The Half-Giants eyed the wolaenki as they rounded the corner. The female, golden-skinned and clad in all black wildergear thrust a tapered-heeled boot upon the edge of the chair beside her with a scathing scoff. 


“They are a bit difficult to kill, Gwynerh.” The Red End stated. 


“What with Exemplariat’s running around stopping time and wiping memories, I suppose so.” 


She finger-combed the white of her fine wavy hair out of her face. She was being glanced at, regardless of the species or sex of the tavern patrons. This white-haired older woman’s looks sharply begged attention. The way her wildergear fit her femininity was hard to ignore. 


“World certainly has changed.” One of the other Half-Giants murmured watching others watch her. 


“The world hasn't changed. Buildings just got better made and everyone has an indoor loo.” 


Of Quilted Evil & Lost Husbands