The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen: Paräth

After some time, Brandyé realized that he was being carried far into the countryside, away from the ruins of Hope and through the hills. He had grown quiet after the argument with the Sarâthen, and allowed himself to be borne wherever they wished. He was uncertain where they made for, but his chest still pained him greatly, and so he cared little either way. He thought perhaps the pain was receding slightly, or perhaps he was growing accustomed to it, but it seemed to hurt less by the time they stopped that night by a stream.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen: The Loss of Reason

Brandyé awoke to darkness and the muted roar of distant flames. He tried to move, and found his hands were shackled before him. His throat was parched, and he wondered how long he had been kept here, wherever he was. As he lay in the dark, he found he could hear the sounds of many people moving about, and suspected he was in a tent. He wondered that there seemed to be no guard to keep watch, and equally wondered that he seemed alone—what had happened to Athalya, and the Sarâthen?

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Enter the Season of Writing

It’s funny to think that it’s already September; autumn is coming, the days are shortening, the leaves are turning, and soon it will grow cold. It’s the time of year for reading, cozied up by the fire … and for writing.

I tend to get most of my writing done through autumn and into winter. Part of this is because January is always New Year’s resolution time, and my resolution is typically to write more. This leads to a burst of ferocious writing for a few months, which tends to peter out come March and April.

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