Chapter 19
The Master of the Hunt’s pack howled in delight and triumph as Kora’s crossbow fell from quaking hands. The ghastly monstrosities, seeing the weapon fall in submission, stopped circling, and... 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.
Entire novel now available (Chapters 1-28).
Chapter 18
The briny air blew off the bay and ruffled the new coat of Elestran the Phoenix. His exceptionally tailored clothes still tugged at him with foreign fingers. But that’s what... Read More
Chapter 17
Samuel Stenn needed a lesson. The boy who lived nearby had five older brothers, all of whom made it painfully clear that Samuel stood last in the pecking order of... Read More
Chapter 16
Inspector Keetie’s cronies swarmed them.In their blitz to grab and subdue Elestran and Rakana, they knocked aside several of the House of Pleasures’ nearby clientele, including Dargon.“Elestran of Bloodford…” Keetie... Read More
Chapter 15
Autumn Folke and Mey Folke, star-seers, poisons and potions, six-legged hounds, enchanted flowers, and moon-summoned stone reliefs. An entire world that had been unknown to her before her sixteenth birthday,... Read More
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 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