The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen: The Namirèn

The Sleeping Death, as it came to be known, did not come to Courerà that year, or the next. With the help of the courts, Elven and Gwendolyn banned all travel across the kingdom, unless it was a direct matter of life and death. The great gate to Erârün was shut, and Kiriün became a sealed kingdom indeed. Camps were set up at the entrances to all the largest towns, and healers—under the watchful eye of soldiers—monitored all who entered and left for signs of illness. Many were turned away; food became scarce in the capital, and even the rich grew hungry. Word of illegal trade in luxuries reached the ears of the courts, but to Elven it was a small price to pay to keep the plague at bay.

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The Daily Struggle

I’m aware that a lot of what I end up writing about tends to relate to mental health and mental illnesses, but it’s probably because it’s such a huge part of my daily life. For decades now I’ve struggled with the ups and downs of manic depression, or bipolar, or whatever the doctors want to call it next. For the longest period of this time I went unmedicated, never really knowing that there was another way to be. Some days were better than others, but I lived most of my life in a gray fog, never quite seeing the sun or the world around me.

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Where Did I Go?

Wow; it’s hard to think that it’s been over a month since I last posted on here, and two months since I wrote anything that wasn’t book-related. Some blogger I am!

I could say I’ve been busy, which would be true to an extent; my stay in California has me working 10-11 hour days throughout the week, and come the weekend I’m just exhausted. But the truer truth is that I’m also lazy. I ought to be able to take a few minutes out of my week to write something on here, even if it’s just to say hi and bye.

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