CHAPTER 25 INÉZ ARTIFACTS Mayhem tore all through The Xaringmere Cragg Rise camp that had been sleeping. Fires were snuffed. Tents were torn down. The sky had ripped open and shown its allegiance. The constellation seared its crest across the cloudless moonshine. A moon ray speared straight through the leaves in a single icy blue shaft and struck the glade. The world went silver-blue even as the air tasted like fresh frost. “It wasn't a cup,” Goldwynn whispered. Her breath, fogging. “ It’s a time keeper of the skies .” The Locke Jewel was a perfect moonstone disc, palm-wide, no thicker than a thumb. A flawless otherworldly crystal, cold to the eye, warm to the touch. Its edge had caught the lantern light and had thrown it back in sharp rainbow colored arcs. Hundreds of sculpted fa...
Sanguine Allegory is a cache of fables, fairy tales, and fantasy. With a weave of words on a dreamy tapestry, there are nostalgic memoirs, stories of lands faraway and also poetry.