Shiran City glows a soft gold, humming contentedly where it sits nestled between the several hundred feet high sand dunes of the Shiraniqi Desert within the Fènwa World, its retaining wall lined with circular lanterns that pulse through varying shades of blue, green, violet, orange-gold, and red. It's the Festival of Flesh and the entire …
Category: Fènwa World: Book One
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Her entire life Alaïs Ka'ahne had seen her mother afraid only twice: when her brother, Anis, fell off Twilight's Bridge and into the Sparkling River at the age of 20 namedays and again when Alaïs had started to show signs of being born to the Qishir caste (only to later learn it was a misreading). …
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Shiran City was silent, nearly unearthly so, despite its glowing walls being draped in glowing lanterns and streamers in every shade of red, orange, amber, blue, green, and purple connecting houses and market stalls. It was the Festival of Flesh but that day, the Queen of the Sinner Demons, the heir-apparent to the throne of …
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The singing twang of metal rang out across the training grounds of Shiran City's garrison drawing more than a few eyes towards the sand pits where three Dhaoine danced in mock-battle with each other, two against one. The metal of an obsidian Sülknír blade sang out again, the humming twang of it ethereal as it made contact with the …
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The Great Temple rose up from the City's center, all shimmering gold stones and domed towers, the obelisk that was rumored to be the City's Heart piercing the very center of the Temple itself, feeding magick directly into the City as well as the Temple that housed and protected it from the elements and any …
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"I figured I would find you here," a rich tenor voice spoke from behind him and Rhyshladlyn startled slightly, turning to look behind him at the figure standing in the doorway to the tallest tower of the Palace before huffing in annoyance and moving back to leaning forward over the railing of the balcony that …
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Rhyshladlyn shifted anxiously from foot to foot, the movement subconscious, unaware that he was even doing it as he fiddled with making sure his jade vest sat just so over his long-sleeved black silk shirt. With deft, nimble fingers he made sure that said shirt was tightly tucked into his black leather breeches, the thick cloth …
