M. A. Mehan
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"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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The Hunter
The fire wasn’t moving. Blank shook out her hands, twisting to look over her shoulder. The waves in the sparse moonlight were still. The lack of the sea's unending chatter unnerved her. Apart from her own breath, the world around her was dead silent. Guy, Ides, and Eridin were just behind her, chests heaving from exertion, staring past her towards the fire. Rue, who’d been standing nearby, scrambled back, balancing on her toes as if to bolt for the jungle. Blank became aware of a shadow blocking out the orange firelight. She looked up.
By M. A. Mehan 12 months ago in Chapters
Stars and Seas
It was cool on deck, the sun had set and a soft wind from the south blew fitfully across the sails. Rue took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and thought back on the hundreds of nights she’d spent like this; hanging over a rail, the creaking ship beneath her bare feet, and the stars wheeling overhead.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Set in Motion
The afternoon crawled by and when the sun began to sink towards a bank of angry red clouds, Rue led the way to the governor’s mansion. It took them a while to get past the guards, and it wasn’t until she demanded they go get Guy that they were allowed to enter.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Paths Entwine
Rue flew backwards and landed hard on her ribs. For an agonizing second all she knew was bright pain radiating through every part of her being. Gasping, she choked on the smoke rising furiously around her. It was too thick to breathe, and her vision blurred. She struggled to her feet and stumbled forward, trying to clear the burning barracks.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Paths Collide
The docks disappeared in a wall of fire, instantly consumed. Rue braced against the furious heat. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the blazing light and heat filling the air. She was barely able to hear the screaming over her own pounding heart.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
