Later, when the storm has passed, everyone will talk about the destruction it left behind, though no one, not even the king himself, will remember that it all began with a single raindrop.
My eyes flick open to a blood-red sky, water lapping at my face, head split-aching, my mouth a cave of pain.
I never asked for visions, I was one. In my future, I see myself regal and glorious, luminescent with the glow of my god.
It was an ordinary day for The Villain, aside from his body being on fire.
Water falls from the mountain with such force that it creates its own wind, driving noise and vapour upwards, until my clothes hang wet from the spray and I’m deafened by the cascading roar echoing back from the hillside.
There’s a sound to breaking waves when they’re close, a sound like nothing else.
When I talk with parents of adolescents, the conversation often turns to smartphones, social media, and video games.
I do not believe in ghosts, which, since my death, has become something of a problem.
In the 329 years since my making, I'd come to appreciate the finer things in life.
Collum punched the other knight in the face with the pommel of his sword gripped in his gauntleted fist,
