FICTION

“Vision is necessary blindness,” Ziksana said, turning toward the Circle.

The Preveza hummed as refugees from the outer wealds swarmed around it. For once, the rustling of men drowned out the voices of the forest.

Scribe’s note: There is no formal address, nor any name attached to the document that indicates whom the message was intended…

Though soft, the hand on Arani’s shoulder set him trembling. His knees ached, but he didn’t dare stand.

The glint of burnished copper scales ahead stopped Vanya in his tracks, but it wasn’t his only reason for pausing.

Vanya strolled through Nandanna’s bustling war camp whistling “Dip in the Moaning Well.” Heads turned to regard him, but their interest quickly returned to their dinner.