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 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 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.