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Ostara Rising Part 5

The taste of Cailleach's potion still lingered on his lips and churned in his stomach. He felt the celestial elements attaching themselves to him on a cellular level. They bound him. Kept him prisoner. He'd sent his legion out to the underworld's far reaches, but they were trapped right along with him. He stretched his… Continue reading Ostara Rising Part 5

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Ostara Rising Part 4

Cailleach ripped through the dimensions fueled by fury at the bastard king who tried to kill the man she loved. He would continue to pursue her through time and space. The sick obsession he held for her would never end. Arawn didn’t fight her. He relished the feel of her body as they sailed through… Continue reading Ostara Rising Part 4

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Ostara Rising Part 3

Vipoig’s kingdom was fortified and strong. Cailleach noticed over the last six lunar cycles how well his land and its people prospered under his protection. She admired how her king took care of his people and how they took care of him in return. The village flourished in this symbiotic relationship. The dwellings were a… Continue reading Ostara Rising Part 3

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Ostara Rising Part 2

Arawn cradled the tender flesh left exposed by Cailleach’s blade. His suspicions confirmed in the jagged wound that slowly healed. Only a primal deity who possessed the ancient powers could inflict such harm. Not once did she falter in her concealment. He studied her and learned her movements and habits for millennia, but she had tricks of… Continue reading Ostara Rising Part 2

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Ostara Rising, Part 1

The air wet with a gentle mist that wasn’t quite rain or snow covered the ground. In the soft darkness, the veil split. The night’s slumber disturbed with a cataclysmic flash of light where shadows receded and returned once more. A primal force rocked the land on its plates but didn’t scar the earth. In… Continue reading Ostara Rising, Part 1