The Captain and the Rider
Despite its humble beginnings, few cities in the Cocoon Empire can match the historical importance of Bodhum. The city began its life as a small fishing village. But the size of its harbour, combined with its proximity to several trading routes, led to rapid growth.
In the span of two centuries, Bodhum grew to become one of the largest and most influential cities in the Empire's east. Its expansion was based on its thriving fishing industry and trade, which was accomplished by both land and sea. Bodhum became a rich trading hub, with merchants from countless nations coming to sell their wares to the eager – and increasingly prosperous – citizens of the Empire.
The city's commercial growth was matched only by its increasing military importance. As the Empire expanded eastward, it was drawn into ever bloodier and more frequent skirmishes with the clans of Gran Pulse. Although these clans were seldom united, they were numerous and experts in warfare upon the open plains and in the rugged mountains.
To provide the eastern fringes of the Empire with greater protection, Emperor Barthandelus III ordered the fortification of Bodhum. A massive and elaborate system of walls and towers was built around the city and extended into the harbour to prevent any attack from land or sea. An intricate network of spells was also woven into the fortifications and foundations of the city to ensure that even a magic based-assault would be unlikely to succeed.
Although the cost of the fortifications almost emptied the city's coffers, they proved their worth. Only a few decades later, under the reign of Emperor Barthandelus IV, the clans of Gran Pulse declared war upon the Empire. This conflict – later dubbed 'The War of Transgression' – would last for more than a century and result in the almost complete devastation of the Empire's eastern provinces.
Bodhum was one of only a handful of eastern cities to emerge from the War of Transgression unscathed. Its defences proved too formidable for the clans to breach, and it provided the Empire with a vital logistical stronghold. Countless troops, supplies, and messages all passed through Bodhum during the war.
The War of Transgression finally came to an end during the rule of Emperor Bartholomew I. Decades of uneasy peace followed between the clans and the Empire as both sides gradually grew accustomed to the terms of their peace treaty. Only more recently, under the rule of Emperor Bartholomew II, has some degree of normalcy begun to return to Bodhum.
In a bid to try and foster warmer relations with the clans and forestall any future conflict, Bartholomew II decreed that Bodhum would be one of only a few cities allowed to resume open trade with the clans. The first years of this change in policy were marked by mistrust and allegations of warmongering, but subsequent years saw a gradual warming in relations.
Familiarity between the Empire and the clans has not bred contempt so much as a healthy dose of respect.
Bodhum has once again become the premier trading city of the Empire. Its ports welcome scores of merchants each day from lands as different as the Kingdom of Yevon and as far as the Empire of Wutai. Its marketplaces are filled with the chatter of dozens of languages, from the desert tongue of distant Dalmasca to the lyrical, exotic language of the Cetra.
The old wounds have not been forgotten, but profit and time have done much to dull them.
At present, General Amodar governs Bodhum. The general is a close friend of Bartholomew II, and he has won respect amongst all the clans for his strength in battle and his fair-minded nature. But Amodar does not rule the city alone. For the day-to-day running of Bodhum, he entrusts a great deal to his loyal captains.
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"Captain!"
Lightning glanced up from the scroll she was reading as one of her guardsmen burst into her office. He skidded to a stop in front of her, and she raised one eyebrow before inclining her head toward the door he'd thrown open in his haste to reach her. His eyes widened before he beat a hasty retreat to the door, stepping outside and then knocking on it.
"Captain, may I enter?"
"You may enter."
The guardsman opened the door and dragged in several deep breaths. He must have run all the way from the walls. Lightning's brows furrowed. Either the message was not important enough to require a communication spell, or it was too important to leave in the hands of a mage.
"We've sighted a dragon, captain. It's flying the correct flags, and the barrier spells around the city appear to recognise it, but…"
"Am I correct in assuming that is a very large dragon?"
"Yes, captain. It's the largest one I've ever seen. That is why my sergeant asked me to inform you personally. He would like you to evaluate the situation in person."
"I see." Lightning rolled up her scroll and slipped it into the drawer of her desk. A brief burst of magic was enough to activate the enchantments on the piece of furniture. Short of tearing the desk apart, no one except her would be able to access the scroll.
Technically, dragons were allowed to land in Bodhum. However, given the damage that even a lone dragon could wreak, their movements were subject to strict control. Each dragon was required to display the appropriate flags and banners. Dragons were also expected to carry the correct charms and amulets, which were issued only by Bodhum's military and were considered unforgeable.
But even with all these precautions, a dragon of substantial size still required the personal approval of a captain. Should the dragon prove hostile, Lightning had thousands of soldiers and hundreds of mages under her command, along with dozens of squads of ballistae and catapults. However, she doubted it would come to that. She had received a missive recently that told her to expect this particular dragon.
Lightning donned her cloak and strode out onto the walls of the city with her guardsman. He pointed to the watchtower he'd come from. It was certainly a fair distance away. Her lips pursed, and she gathered her magic. As she cast her spell, she grabbed the guardsman by his arm. There was a crack like thunder and a flash like lightning, and the pair of them vanished.
They reappeared inside the watchtower. Her skill with spells of this kind had been one several reasons that people called her Lightning. The sergeant in charge of the watchtower saluted and offered her his spyglass.
"Over there, captain."
Lightning pointed the spyglass up at the sky. Another small burst of her magic empowered the intricate lattice of seals and enchantments that increased the instrument's ability to magnify things beyond the simple mechanical limits imposed by its lenses. After a few moments, she found what she was looking for. It was indeed the dragon she'd been expecting: an enormous black and purple dragon that measured nearly three hundred feet long.
"Your orders, captain? Shall we send word to the Pegasus knights?"
"No." Lightning handed the spyglass back to the sergeant. "Send word to the other guardsmen: that dragon has my personal approval to land." Her lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners. "Have one of the fields near the stables cleared. We're going to need a lot of room."
Fifteen minutes later, Lightning found herself at one of several open fields that served as landing places for dragons and other winged creatures. The stables were behind her, although this particular beast would probably have to sleep outside. The stables were designed mostly for the smaller frames of a Pegasus, griffin, wyvern, drake, or lesser dragon. A dragon of this size was a rare sight indeed.
The guardsmen behind her stiffened as the dragon banked overhead, coming around for a second pass before angling down and then landing with an earth-shaking thump. Lightning stepped forward immediately, her cloak fluttering in the sudden breeze as the dragon flared his wings and settled into a more comfortable position on the ground.
In accordance with the regulations, he folded his wings and pushed his claws into the earth. But at her approach, the dragon lifted his head and flashed her a toothy smile, nostrils shifting as he took in her scent. With a speed that belief his size, his head moved forward, stopping just shy of her so that she could reach out and scratch his snout. Her guardsmen maintained a wary distance behind her, weapons and magic at the ready.
"You are an obnoxious dragon." Lightning bit back a smile as the dragon's gaze shifted from her to her guardsmen. Only the veterans amongst them held their ground. "It's like this every time you visit. You terrify all of the novices." The dragon gave her a look of mock innocence. "And don't give me that look. I've seen you tear a one-hundred-feet-long hydra apart like a chew toy." That prompted a chuckle from the beast, the wind of it rushing past Lightning.
Then there was a flash of blue fabric as the dragon's rider leapt out of her seat on his back and landed on the ground next to Lightning. It was a long way down, but the rider's magic softened the landing.
"Good morning, captain." Fang flashed Lightning a jaunty salute. "You'd think your people would be used to us by now. We came by just two months ago."
"Perhaps, but it's always better to be sure." Lightning clasped arms with Fang. It was a traditional Yun gesture, a mark of respect between warriors. A host of ropes and ladders tumbled off Bahamut's back. One of the most convenient things about the dragon's size was that he could carry an entire trading caravan on his back. "Is Vanille with you again?"
Fang didn't bother to reply, but Lightning received her answer anyway. The words had hardly left her lips when the redhead in question tripped off Bahamut's back and plummeted toward the ground. A hastily cast spell slowed her descent before a casual puff of air from Bahamut's nostrils pushed her into position beside Fang.
For a supposedly legendary artificer and mage, Vanille had a knack for coming across as somewhat less than legendary.
"Yep. I have arrived!" Vanille struck a pose.
"And what an arrival it was." Lightning eyed the boxes, chests, and other containers being unloaded by Vanille's fellows. A small nod toward her guardsmen was enough to have them helping with the unloading as they ran through the usual inspections. "Another trading run?"
"That's right." Vanille turned to bark a few orders at some of her workers. "Magical goods are in demand everywhere, but Bodhum's the place to be if you want to sell something. I've already made the usual arrangements." She handed Lightning her permits and papers. Everything was in order. "Besides, Fang likes it here too."
"Is that so? Well, I'll leave you to get settled in then." Lightning turned on her heel, tossing a glance at Fang over her shoulder. "Fang, if you'll come with me, I'd like to speak with you in private. I need news from the plains and mountains."
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Lightning led Fang to her quarters, pausing just long enough to hand command over the city's walls to Captain Villiers. She hadn't thought very much of the big man at first. He'd seemed too much like a gentle giant. But after seeing him fight, she knew that he would do whatever it took to keep the city safe. If only he'd stop calling on her sister…
If Fang thought it was odd that they were going to her quarters and not her office, she kept it to herself. Indeed, once the door was closed, Fang settled herself onto the couch in Lightning's sitting room and put her legs up on the table. Lightning's lips twitched. If it had been anyone else, she would have kicked their feet off the table and thrown them out the door. But she'd learned to tolerate – even appreciate – Fang's rougher edges.
As she looked for some wine, Lightning watched Fang out of the corner of her eye. For all of her casual behaviour, Fang was one of the most decorated warriors of the Yun, and few dragons could match the size and ferocity of Bahamut. Even now, all it would take was a single whistle from Fang, and Bahamut would tear through the city's defences to try and reach her.
Lightning had fought dragons before atop Odin, her loyal Pegasus, but she was glad that she'd never had to face Fang and Bahamut in a real battle. Only one of them would have walked away from such a confrontation alive, and that would have been a pity.
"So, what news from the plains?" Lightning finally settled on her choice of wine, sitting next to Fang and offering the woman a cup of the beverage.
"More of the same, really." Fang took a sip of her wine and smiled. "You Cocoon folks definitely know your wine."
"It's from Nautilus, actually. It's one of the best."
"Do I even want to know how much this costs?"
"Probably not." Lightning grinned. Fang preferred the simple things in life. "It's quite ridiculous."
"Ah. I won't ask then." Fang leaned back, stretching. A long flight always left her in need of a good stretch, and Lightning was content to watch the play of muscle beneath skin. "Things in the Dia clan are the same as they always are. Leave them to their books and their experiments, and they're happy. Frankly, it's a miracle they haven't blown themselves up yet, given what that lot get up to." She rubbed her neck. "Heck, more of them come here than any other clan. They love all the stuff they can buy and sell here."
"That's true." The Dia clan had been one of the first to agree to the peace treaty. War was not something they enjoyed although they could be disturbingly good at it when they put their minds to it. Vanille was a prime example. The redhead loved working in her workshop and laboratory, but Lightning had seen some of the spells and weaponry she'd come up with. Vanille was dangerous, very dangerous. "No doubt Vanille's regular expeditions are only helping Bodhum's reputation."
"You bet they are. She even has a few of her protégés with her on this trip. Be careful, or she'll gobble up the market." Fang laughed. "I don't even know what she does with all the money she makes. I'm afraid I'll wake up one day to discover she's had our house plated in gold or something crazy like that."
"A gold-plated house would be an eyesore, not to mention very hot."
"You've got that right." Fang took another sip her wine and set it down on the table. Her voice hardened. "As for my clan… you know how they are."
Lightning did. The Yun were the most militant of the many clans, which made their long-standing alliance with the Dia seem quite odd. Then again Vanille and Fang were sworn sisters, so perhaps there was some truth to the old legends that the first Dia and the first Yun had been siblings.
"The usual troublemakers are going on and on about how all of you vipers need to die, preferably in some horribly painful manner. On the upside, they're not getting much support. Most of the clan seems happy with the way things are. Besides, we've got the annual hunt coming up soon, and those Shinra Protectorate jerks have been poking their noses into our mountains again."
Lightning filed that little scrap of information away for future reference. The Shinra Protectorate had grown quite powerful over the last few years as their new leader expanded their commercial interests and invested money into thousands of mercenaries. There were even rumours of a brewing conflict with the Wutai Empire.
"How about the other riders?" Lightning asked. A single dragon could be worth hundreds, even thousands of regular troops. The Yun clan's greatest strength lay in their dragon riders. If the riders refused to go to war, it was unlikely that the clan would seek out battle.
"Like I said, the annual hunt is coming up. Most of them are concerned about that." Fang sat up. "And don't forget what I said about Shinra. If even half the thing's I've heard about their mages and artificers are true, us riders are going to have our hands full, sooner rather than later." She gave Lightning a playful poke in the side. "Now, it's your turn to share, Lightning. Fair is fair, you know."
"Things are going well here. As long as General Amodar is in charge, I don't think the clans have any reason to worry. He rules wisely and fairly. My only concern is about what happens when he retires. It should be at least a few more years before that happens, but depending on who is put in charge after him… well, you might have to be careful." Lightning pursed her lips. Her own wine had gone almost untouched. "You might also want to keep an eye out on the Yevonites. Their new leader is a moderate, but she's young. I've heard rumours of several factions that want to remove her."
"Wonderful." Fang rolled her eyes. "We've had a few of them wander through our territory spouting that garbage about how all artificers should be burned at the stake."
"What did you do to them?"
"We handed them over to the Dia." Fang laughed. "You can imagine their horror when they came face to face with all the technology the Dia have developed. I think one of them passed out when they saw the new golem that Vanille built."
"Even so, be careful. The Kingdom of Yevon has a powerful military, and if they overthrow their current leader, the replacement is bound to be a radical. They can also be surprisingly flexible in their beliefs when it comes to getting rid of people they don't like. It wouldn't be out of the question for them to seek out an alliance with the Shinra Protectorate if it meant getting rid of the Dia and the Al Bhed."
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it." Fang finished her cup of wine. "And you'll be keeping an eye on it too, won't you?"
"No one wants another Yevonite crusade." Lightning's eyes narrowed. The last crusade had occurred almost one hundred years before her time. The Yevonites had carved a path of blood through the deserts of the east, burning their way through Dalmasca and deep into Al Bhed territory before being stopped by the combined forces of Dalmasca, Al Bhed, and Nabradia. Lightning sighed and reached for her wine. She took a long sip of it, savouring the rich, complex yet simple flavour. "But enough of that, Fang. How have you been?"
"Worrying about little, old me?" Fang's eyes twinkled. "I didn't know you cared."
"You know that I do." Lightning's reply was soft. "After all, I do write to you as often as I can."
Fang smiled gently. "And I appreciate you writing so often. I've been splitting my time between Oerba and the mountains. I love Vanille, but I can't spend too much time inside a city without going crazy – and you know how Bahamut feels about being cooped up."
"He enjoys smashing things, if I recall correctly."
"He does, which is why I take him hunting regularly. There's always something that requires a bit of burning or biting to deal with." Fang chuckled. "I've been helping out with the younger riders too. We've got a promising crop this year. They're a little rough around the edges, and their dragons are still small, but they've got potential." She smiled. "Bahamut also went off to sire some more hatchlings, so I had a few weeks to myself. It was nice trekking through the mountains on foot for a change. It's tough, but I want to keep sharp. I won't always have a three-hundred-feet-long dragon to back me up."
"True." Lightning ran her fingers along the edge of her cup. It was one of a set that Serah had bought of her, simple but impressive in the clean lines of its design. "I make sure to practice on foot as often as I can. Being a Pegasus knight is fine, but most of my duties take place on the ground."
"How is Odin, by the way?"
"As fast and tough as ever. He still wants to race Bahamut."
Fang grinned. "Maybe we can do that later. It's not often that Bahamut meets someone who can actually keep up." She reached out to pour herself some more wine. "And have they still got you teaching the mages a few of your tricks?"
"Teleportation is more than a trick. But, yes, I am still teaching some of my magic."
Fang shrugged. "You might not think it's a trick, but I swear that teleportation is the most finicky magic there is. Remember the last time I tried it?"
Lightning laughed. "You teleported out the window by mistakes." She paused. "It was hilarious."
"It was not. I could have died."
"Oh please, that window was about thirty feet off the ground. Your jump off Bahamut this morning was higher than that." Lightning reached over to add some more wine to her own cup, but Fang stopped her halfway, catching hold of her wrist.
"This is new," Fang said quietly, eyeing a small scar along the back of Lightning's hand.
"It's nothing." Lightning shivered at the feel of Fang's fingers on her skin. "A village in the foothills nearby requested help. They had a hydra to deal with. I got a little bit of its blood on me. Serah healed it, but she says it'll take another session or two to get rid of all the scars."
"There are other scars?"
"A few."
"Where?" The interest in Fang's eyes was far from academic.
Heat rushed through Lightning. She'd almost forgotten how protective Fang could be. The other woman hated the fact that Lightning so often had to lead from the front without someone of equal skill to watch her back. Lightning didn't mind – it was part of being a captain. Besides, Fang was in the same position, although she did have her dragon to watch out for her, so it really wasn't the same position at all.
"On my side," Lightning said at last. "Where the blood burned through my armour." Hydra blood was incredibly corrosive, not even magically enchanted armour could hold up to it for long, especially if the hydra was an older, more venomous one.
"Let me see."
Lightning didn't bother to protest as Fang unclipped her armour and moved her tunic aside to examine the scar along her side. It had been unbelievably painful at the time – hydra blood always was – but she'd managed to push through and slay the beast. She was just glad that Odin hadn't been splashed.
"It must have hurt." Fang traced the edges of the old wound before her index finger shifted to trace another, much older scar. "I still don't know why you keep this. You could always ask Serah to fix it."
"It's a reminder." Lightning covered Fang's hand with her own. "Of the day we met, remember."
That had been an interesting day. Lightning had been nothing more than a sergeant then. As part of her duties, she'd taken Odin on a flight over the neighbouring villages to check that all was well. Then, to the east, she'd spotted a huge plume of smoke. She'd gone to investigate and found Fang trying to heal a badly wounded Bahamut. The pair had gone after a wild dragon that had been terrorising the Yun Mountains. They'd pursued it for hours before finally bringing it down, but Bahamut had been badly wounded in the struggle.
Lightning had arrived and offered her assistance – it was General Amodar's policy to offer aid in situations like that – but Fang had been in no state of mind to accept it. Fang had been lost in a protective fury, and Lightning had been forced to defend herself. Fang had managed to wound her, causing the scar, but she'd exhausted herself trying to heal Bahamut.
In the end, Lightning had simply outlasted the other woman. She'd disarmed Fang and knocked her to the ground before turning her attention to the wounded dragon. Fang had screamed some of the most horrific threats that Lightning had ever heard before calming down as she realised that Lightning was trying to help. Lightning was nowhere near the healer her sister was, but she knew hot to treat battle wounds, and dragons were similar enough to drakes and wyverns for her to have some idea of what she was doing.
It had taken her and Fang several days to fully heal Bahamut, but Lightning hadn't minded. Both Fang and her dragon were fascinating. They went their separate ways after that, but a few months later, Lightning was one of the soldiers selected to accompany Amodar to trade talks in Oerba. Fang had sought her out and given her several gifts, including a magnificent mountain wolf pelt, as thanks for her help in healing Bahamut.
They'd talked a lot during that visit to Oerba, and they had parted as friends. In the years that followed, they'd exchanged letters and met numerous times. This latest change in their relationship – from platonic to romantic – had occurred almost a year ago, during the last annual hunt. Lightning had been one of the few outsiders invited, and she had proven her worth to Fang's clan.
"I can't help thinking about what would have happened if my spear had hit you somewhere else." Fang traced a line from the scar up to Lightning's heart. "I wouldn't be as happy as I am now, that's for sure."
"And I'd be dead." Lightning's lips curled. "Although… I wish your clan wasn't so…"
"Stand-offish?" Fang laughed. Her clan might not want war with the Empire anymore, but they would not be amused if they knew she and Lightning were lovers. "At least we have here."
Lightning nodded. The Empire tended to have a more pragmatic view on such dealings. Besides, Bodhum had become a veritable mixing pot. It wasn't at all unusual for citizens of the Empire here to take foreigners as lovers or even spouses. It was a side effect of all the trade they did. "I have the rest of the day off."
Fang smirked, reaching over to remove Lightning's tunic. "Good. Vanille already knows not to expect me until tonight."
X X X
It was early evening when Fang finally found her way over to the villa that Vanille had rented for the duration of their stay. There was more than enough space for them and their clansmen and clanswomen, and it was right next to the field where Bahamut was staying. The dragon liked to stay nearby in case she needed him, and she could always hop out of her window to spend the night against his scales if she wanted.
Vanille met her with a knowing smile and waved her over to a spot at the table. If there was one thing that Fang liked about Cocoon other than Lightning, it was the wonderful selection of food. Right now, Vanille was enjoying finely seasoned rock python from the deserts of the Al Bhed with a stir-fry made from local vegetables mixed with spices from distant Wutai. Fang had worked up quite the appetite, so she picked out a few of her favourites – roast boar, salted fish, and several varieties of Cocoon bread – before settling down next to Vanille.
"Will the captain be joining us?" Vanille grinned. "Or is she still sleeping in her quarters?"
Fang chuckled. "Don't underestimate her. She had a meeting to attend. She should be around in perhaps an hour or so."
"That's good. You know, Fang, Lightning is my friend too. I'd appreciate the chance to talk to her a little bit before the two of you go and do your… stuff." Vanille gestured at an apple. The fruit floated into the air and began to peel itself. It was a casual display of Vanille's magical skill.
"Show off." Fang nodded at one of their clansmen. He tossed her an apple, and she used a knife to peel it in a matter of moments. "Do you have to use your magic for everything?"
"How do you think I got so good?" Vanille made another gesture and the apple split itself into eight pieces that drifted over to her plate. "Besides, it's fun doing things this way."
Fang passed the hour until Lightning's arrival talking to Vanille. Her cunning little sister had already located buyers for many of her most expensive goods. The amount of money that would be changing hands was equal parts fascinating and horrifying. Then again Vanille did have a lot of mouths to feed – the redhead had never forgotten the orphanage where they'd grown up, and she had donated substantial sums to improve the place and see to the comfort of the matron who'd cared for them.
When Lightning finally arrived, she was with her sister. Serah Farron's ornate robe was a mark of her position: she was an instructor at Bodhum's healing academy. But Fang didn't miss the weapon hidden in the folds of her robe. Serah was a skilled archer and a capable swordswoman.
"It's nice of you to join us." Vanille waved the two sisters over to their end of the table.
"It's nice to be here," Lightning replied.
Vanille tilted her head to one side. "Actually, I was talking to Serah."
Serah giggled. "You should be careful, Vanille. My sister could have you arrested."
"She won't – she likes me too much. Besides, I don't think you've got a cell that could hold me for long."
"Arresting you would be pointless." Lightning sat down next to Fang, Serah taking a place beside Vanille. "You'd start a riot within an hour."
"Probably." Vanille waved one hand at the food on the table. "Go ahead and eat. I'm sure you're hungry."
Fang and Lightning shared a look, and Serah had to bite back a smile. But Lightning was hungry – Fang had seen to that. The rest of the meal passed in a pleasant haze of conversation. They had a lot of catching up to do, and what better way to do it than over a fine meal?
Besides, there would be plenty of time for work tomorrow. Vanille might have secured buyers for her most expensive good, but she had a lot of other things to sell too. And there was no marketplace quite like Bodhum's marketplace.
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Author's Notes
As always, I neither own Final Fantasy, nor am I making any money off of this.
This story was inspired by an original fiction project that I'm working on. That project still isn't ready yet, and the main reason is that I'm not quite as confident as I want to be about the style and format. Apart from giving me a chance to write some more Fang and Lightning, this story also gives me a chance to work out a few of the kinks in the kind of writing I want to use for that story.
But back to this story, I believe that a city can, given enough time, almost take on a life of its own. But the lifeblood of a city is, and always will be, its people. This story is about Bodhum – hence the bit at the beginning – but the story of Bodhum is going to be told through the eyes of the people who live and work in it.
I also wanted a chance to work with a wider setting than in some of my other stories, one that brings together a lot of the other Final Fantasy characters and settings. In this chapter alone, I've mentioned quite a few of them, and you can expect to see more of them pop up. For the most part, however, the Final Fantasy XIII cast will be taking centre stage.
For those of you concerned about my other multi-chapter stories, please do not fret. Due to recent events in my personal life, I've not been in the right frame of mind to tackle things like Whispers of the Gods. But as things settle down, I'm finally starting to hit my stride again, so hopefully you'll see progress on that front soon. Today, for instance, was the first time since I had surgery on my knee that I've been able to write in a position that had some degree of comfort.
Finally, if you like my writing, you should check out my original fiction. You can find links to it in my profile. If you enjoy fantasy and action, you'll love The Last Huntress.
As always, I appreciate feedback. Reviews and comments are welcome.
