Jenna Eatough – Page 27 – Mist Glen Moon

Excuses Escape

Too a few, those blessed with power, Mililath Tower blazed in the heart of the night, consumed by a magical storm raging within. However, even those a child’s stone throw away slumbered in blissful ignorance through the layer upon layer of wards sealing structure. Kellsie didn’t share either the grace or the power and stood at the storm’s heart.

Does That Work

I jerked when the hand rested on my shoulder. I swung my head to the side, peering at Ebony. Her brows were drawn down, forming a slight crease in her forehead. How long had I been ignoring her? Worse. I had no idea what she had asked.

One Moment

This isn’t a usual from the author post, but then the last several days (or months really) haven’t been usual for me. To start, I’d like to present a quick bit of flash fiction. After which will be my update.

She climbed onto a post box to get a better look

Arrivals

Flossie scowled at the crowd milling in the predawn gloom. Their soft murmur was drowned by the roaring train. Closer. She had to get closer before Felix made his appearance. Elbows struck her, shoving her backward.

Razor’s Edge

Razor’s Edge An unseen blade, the slender tool Binding life within its thrall The razor slices everything Creating two worlds’ wall One world progresses forward bound Written by science’s scrawl The other drifts through tangles webs Where magic’s trusses fall Two worlds blinded, numb to their scar Beneath daylight’s blinding pall But dreamers briefly shift…

Memory Bound

The sunset made the sky a bloody mess as I stood on the battlements. I waited alone, but for what I couldn’t guess. Red had stained my death and trapped my sight still.

Crossroads Soaring

Like my protagonist from “Crossroads of the Sky,” Annabelle, I love the feeling of floating. Right now mine, unlike hers, comes from the more mundane explanation of excitement instead of soaring on a fueling platform. I wouldn’t trade the experience, at least not at the moment. Over the weekend, I received the wonderful news that…

Following Flow

The spatter of seeds sounded harmonized with Ariade’s steps and chanting as she paced the garden, rebounding against the garden’s high walls. The ground shifted beneath her, a behemoth welcoming its own. A welcome disturbed by a disharmonious step upon the wall.

Silence Unbroken

“My presence, as always, is indispensable.” Caldar’s nod was brusque before spurring his mount down the trail. Sorrell shrugged, ducked his head, and raced after Caldar.

Crossroads was Nominated

This year has been full of twists and turns, and while there’s only days left, I’m still working through them. Today added an exciting one! My short story “Crossroads of the Sky” was nominated in the Critters 2020 Readers’ Choice Awards for Steam Punk Short Stories. More information on the story is available here. Voting…

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