FADING HEART Chapter Thirty-Three: Invitation

Chapter Thirty-Three: Invitation

     Fragments of eternity had been scattered throughout history, and then gathered into one piece with the sands of endless time and glistening stardust. He knew he would have to find more lost pieces and fit them together.

FADING HEART Chapter Thirty-Two: Death's Duet

Chapter Thirty-Two: Death's Duet

     Prince Ukobach announced the beginning of the dance for the Gods of Ifreann. At his command, the Deceptors began to sway back and forth to the accompaniment of their own garbled chants and satanic rhythms. Soon a discordant tune pierced the air as the Deceptors and Prince Ukobach joined in with their screeching laughter. Disrobing with a single swoop, the Deceptors quickly changed their movements to grotesque distortions resembling ghastly bodies.

FADING HEART Chapter Thirty-One, Reilly's Meditation

Chapter Thirty-One: Reilly's Meditation

     Reilly wanted to have a plan in place to distribute the rubies, but nothing came to him. So many unexpected things were happening that he wasn’t sure a plan at this point would do any good, anyway. He closed his eyes and reviewed the Affirmations of the Stelladaur.

FADING HEART Chapter Thirty: Stoney Arch

Chapter Thirty: Stoney Arch

(Mid Chapter)

     “Small fires burn throughout the woods, and all the plants for the Infusionists have been destroyed," Cormack said. "The attack came more swiftly and with more force than the magistrate had anticipated. He did not have time to prepare the people. There are more deaths than ever before, and resources are extremely limited. Even the rowan tree was burned to the ground.”

FADING HEART Chapter Twenty-Nine: Storybooks

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Storybooks

     “What do you think of my gallery, Reilly?” Prince Ukobach jeered. 

FADING HEART Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sea of Stelladaurs

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sea of Stelladaurs

FADING HEART Chapter Twenty-Seven: Shooting Stars

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Shooting Stars

     “Cover your eyes!” Reilly shouted before he registered the silence surrounding them. He wished he had spoken more softly.

     A terrific sandstorm whirled about and obscured their view. They shielded their eyes with both arms and squinted at the endlessly swirling, silently colliding white particles. The sand did not feel harsh against their skin—to their surprise, it was as soft as silk. Reilly breathed in deeply and noticed that it was easy to do so. This was no ordinary sand.

     “It’s beautiful!” Lottie whispered. “It sparkles like millions of delicate diamonds.”