The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

The Falcon That Does Not Fly

Dec
01

The falcon flew.

Aseré looked up, her gaze catching on the silhouette above her, darkening over the crackly branches of naked, winter trees. The chill air rang with a fierce shriek, and the falcon plummeted toward the earth. (more…)

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No Longer My Home

Feb
13

Brihdë could hardly wait to get her feet back off the ground. She tugged at the neck of her tunic, heavy with the small planet’s gravity and the weight of strangers staring at the silver sigil delicately threaded into the dark blue.

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