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.

New chapters available every Thursday.

Chapter 14

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

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 13
Chapter 12

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 11
Chapter 10

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
Chapter 9
Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Dormu-lilies. Elestran was listing, and ranking in order of importance, all the potions he would attempt to craft once they were in his possession. His rankings would need to be... Read More

Chapter 7

The Blood Petal Wood teemed with Ghurr. Sir Andrell Laverium spied the approaching horde while scouting and raced back to Northforge to warn the town folk under his charge. Northforge... Read More
Chapter 7
Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The five travelers from Greyarch skulked through the wetlands in the quiet of night. They were still some distance from the bogs of the Skull Marsh, but the landscape had... Read More