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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

…..:::::|. Havvenchael Seventh .|:::::….. 


Something in Siin, something very angry, walked with full unwavering stride on the rope toward the mancer that gave such excellent chase. He raised an open palm and struck the mancer's chest with a pull of forces that seemed to be stealing his breath. The tendons and veins in Siin's palm strained against themselves to drain whatever lifeforce was coursing through the mancer's wicked body, away from the vile organs that needed it. 


Elsa shot looks of fright at Siin as he didn't seem to remember or care that this was a seizure not a kill-quarry. She called to him in whispers in her own language and Siin, being a student of all languages, answered her in kind, the forfeiture of this man's own life. 


As he came close to the entrapped mancer, Siin heard yet another language cross his ears. 


Of Beasts of Burden & Burdened Victories