Chapter 14
The Base. Like an unshakable sickness, the name clung to him, a reminder of decades lost pursuing diversions. Pursuing salves. As Elestran sat in The House of Pleasures, the name... Read More
Folke Lore
The flowers lolled in the night breeze, and it must have been something about the shape of the flowers’ petals, because when the wind blew through them, they emitted this wondrous cacophony of music that tickled Kora’s bones and surged through her veins.
Folke Lore is the first novel by Jon Ciccolini and Rob Ciccolini.
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Chapter 13
“We’re making remarkable time.” Morvan stated it many times over the last few days while smiling in Kora’s direction, clearly crediting her. Ever since falling into the flowerbed, her constitution... Read More
Chapter 12
“I don’t like what you do,” Kelshar admitted. “It’s unnatural.” “I could argue that. I could argue what I do is wholly natural. That I’m simply a cook, mixing and... Read More
Chapter 11
Clackety, clackety, clack, clack. That primal beat rattled her spine down to the tailbone as she hurried back to the room she shared with Gram. Not again, she thought, not here. She... Read More
Chapter 10
He had never stabbed anyone before. He had never attacked anyone with anything, really. The warrior’s path had never been an option for him. He had always been scrawny. Weak. He spent... Read More
Chapter 9
Fire consumed her. Reason abandoned. All that remained, was the desire to be touched. Kora felt his fingertips on her elbows. Morvan lifted her arms, giving her breath back. Such... Read More
