Of Mist & Memory
Welcome to Of Mist & Memory, a serialized fantasy novel filled with fractured memories, ancient magic, and converging destinies. Begin with Chapter One and follow the story as new chapters are released every other Monday. Sign up for my newsletter to be notified of new chapter releases.
Chapter Eight: From the Beyond
I know they are there.
Whoever it is has been following us since Fallen Banner, keeping far enough back that the rest of my company has not caught on. Percy has been a bit twitchy, but I have been doing this too long not to notice. I know how my horse snorts when the wind shifts and she catches another’s scent, and how the birds that resettled in the trees after we passed suddenly take flight.
Chapter Seven: The Color of Truth
The ass came to a grinding halt beneath them, nearly throwing Percy from the saddle.
“Oof.” They gasped out, the horn of the saddle digging into their tender gut as they fell forward, grasping the donkey’s short mane to stay astride. It lurched, Percy tipping dangerously over the side as the puddle that would cushion their fall came into view.
“Fucking hells,” Percy murmured, as they wrapped a desperate arm around the donkey’s neck, it braying like a screaming woman as Percy’s grasp slipped.
Chapter Six: First Impressions
Four perspectives. One chapter.
The Journal of Percy Lee
31, Larksveil, 920 After the Sundering
It is like the heavens knew what we were up to. We fled Saudade three days ago, stumbling our way along Pilgrims Road as the rain pissed on us nonstop. I am damp…. everywhere. I shiver to think what is between my toes.
So damp.
Chapter Five: The Meetup
The bald idiot I had extracted from the ruins kept up as we hustled through the Saudade streets, dodging out of the way as battalions of the King’s Guard flocked to The Heartkeep and its surrounding areas. All exits leading out of the city had been closed. Heralds rode the streets, galloping on horseback, announcing that the city was under lockdown.
The Heartkeep had been breached.
Chapter Four: A (Maybe) Thief in the Night
The bed shook ever so slightly each time a guest trudged their way down the stairs to the main room. All of them grunted and most of them cursed. Some in different languages, some admonishing the mystery liquor the Gauntlet served, and others cried softly for their mothers for the strength to get through the day.
Chapter Three: Ruins
Sandstone blocks crumbled when they slammed into marble, though you would not know that until you wandered among the ruins. Considering the building had stood untouched for a thousand years, it was shocking to see an entire corner blasted apart.
The calendar hanging crooked on the wall still read “Mid-Moonharrow,” but the angle of the sun beyond the shattered stone told you it was Larksveil now—the season when the thaw began and new life pushed up through the earth.
Chapter One: The Heartkeep
Every night, I dreamt of wrens. But the closer I got to the capital, the clearer the birds became—always circling above a field of lavender as I watched someone walk away.
