According to the text of our About page, the Illyrian Codices are made up of “the work of dozens of archivists, scholars, collectors, scientists, and artists from all across the universe united by their passion for Illyrian and Earth-Viridian histories”. But, we hear you asking, what does that mean? And, Where are we supposed to … Continue reading What are The Illyrian Codices?
Meet the Space-Genius Girl Gang
The Drifting City was the most-creative name a bunch of international bureaucrats could allow the Bishop-Alcubierre Project Station to be called in the news. The stunted arcs linked together along nanosilk cabling and not a small amount of hope resembled a gaudy planetary pearl necklace more than a “city”. The stable orbit maintained by an … Continue reading Meet the Space-Genius Girl Gang
The Gorgon of Navoor
Once upon a bye, before your grandmother's grandmother was born, there lived a priestess in the forests of Navoor. A priestess under the thrall of a terrible curse. The memory says she was cursed by a goddess or that she cast the curse on herself by mistake or else that it was not a curse … Continue reading The Gorgon of Navoor
the making of a paladin (sort of)
"Tell me this and I will free you: What made you what you are?” Cyril glanced at his horse; another unlucky and dead thing but not yet showing signs of resurrection. The thought of carrying his saddlebags to the next town when he eventually finished with killing the strung-out wizarding college reject that held him … Continue reading the making of a paladin (sort of)
Moonshine
“Hey, Mack, what would you have done if you weren’t doing this?” The captain considers Carter’s question. “If I wasn’t here doing’ this I’d probably’ve gotten shipped out to th’South China Sea.” “No, no, I mean if you weren’t doing NASA or the Navy, period. What’d you be doing with your life?” It was ridiculous … Continue reading Moonshine
Reclamation
The war ends in a cataclysm of blood and the taste of her mother's beating heart on her tongue. Around her, swords find sheaths or stone to make their home and with a grace she does not feel, born of a lifetime fighting, bones creaking from too long crouched over her mother's lifeless form, … Continue reading Reclamation