Megan Velez Schmid
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"Words, words, words." In terms of reading, I started running before I could walk, and I've never looked back. The daughter of a Mexican immigrant, I grew up in California. I'm currently pursuing a Master's Degree in English Lit Studies.
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The Valley of Mourning
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Though it was rumored to be their sacred birthplace, where the first of their species were born of the goddess Arijita’s blood, the Valley of Mourning evidently held little to tempt them back. Even after a new layer of vegetation grew over the scarred site of the bloodiest battle in Khrayun history, the dragons’ avoidance prompted whispers that it still held for them the scent of rancid death with which priests’ enchanted braziers warned them away from the waystations along major trade routes. When a dragon did visit the Valley, the priests all agreed it was an omen – though they fiercely argued whether it was one of good or ill. The laymen only scoffed, calling it desperation for new hunting grounds as human settlements grew and expanded into the wilderness.
By Megan Velez Schmid4 years ago in Fiction
Keeper of the Rains
Hempen twine secured Ying’s stiff, black hair out of her face in a high bun while she leaned over a steaming basin, waiting for the boiling water to soften white cocoons for the long task of unraveling. Her best friend, Li, had complained, when he’d seen her set up shop, that she should be wearing silk, not making it. But none of the Teikao’i had worn the precious fabric since the Conquest ten years prior. Now silk, like jade, was sent as tribute through the world-puddle to Tlalli in exchange for the sparse rains the Tlallish gods cast off like table scraps.
By Megan Velez Schmid4 years ago in Fiction
