The first book of Ruth Lampi's Blackfeather Chronicles, The Alarna Affair, is now posting on Wattpad! New chapters are going up weekly. Of course you can also read this fantasy adventure story right here on The Five Wits Press's website, but if Wattpad is your reading platform of choice, head on over there and check it out. And if you like it, don't forget to vote.
Tiiro, a character in Orphaned Gods.
“You don’t have to study every waking hour, though,” Tiiro said. “There’s other things in life.”Art by Ruth Lampi, writing by Jessica Van Oort.
“What would you know about waking hours?” Aturi said.
Tiiro chuckled. “You got me there.” He reached over and swirled the dregs in Aturi’s cup. “I know, let’s go out to the Diving Swan. You need more of that poison if you’re going to stay up all night again. And I wouldn’t mind a nice relaxing cup of tea.”
“All you’ll do is nap in the cushions,” Aturi complained. “You might as well sleep here.”
“But I like the fresh air. And you can bring your book.” Tiiro lifted the stylus from Aturi’s fingers. “Come on, let’s go.”
Neharu, a character in Orphaned Gods.
Neharu tripped and rolled down into a little canyon cut away by a stream, and ended in the water. It wasn’t deep, but he checked to make sure he hadn’t broken the little sacred drum. All was well, so he trotted along the canyon bottom, sometimes jumping from stone to stone to avoid the water. This was spirit territory now, and he was almost to the place he would wait for a sign. A stick suddenly fell down out of the air and he caught it. He heard a distant peal of laughter that was not a people-voice, but no one appeared when he called a greeting.Art by Ruth Lampi, text by Jessica Van Oort.
Neharu continued on, carrying the spirit stick. In a little while he found the place where the stream disappeared under a wide, flat rock. On the rock were many smaller rocks, left by travelers who had visited this place. Neharu added one of his own, drank from the stream, and set his pack beside the pile of stones. He sat down meditation style, and closed his eyes, but then opened them just in time to catch another stick.
“Who is throwing me sticks?” he asked the world.
Laughter filled the air.
Kara stayed for dinner and resisted the temptation to pocket any more of the interesting trinkets that passed before her. She refrained from commenting that the food was too bland, and she didn’t stare at the scar-faced man’s scars or at the winged freak’s lack of wings. She even remembered to use the wooden tableware instead of her fingers. Being polite was much more difficult than she’d anticipated. After dinner it was quite late, and Kara was determined not to lose any more time, in case the lady realized just how much silver was in the bag of coins she’d handed over. (more…)
“I’m confused,” Tam said, staring about him. Jon gripped his brother’s hand in his unmarked one and stared at the mess around them. Hellin Blackfeather leapt down into the corridor, where Doctor Blackfeather caught her with practiced ease and set her down. She left his arms to gather Ellea and Djaren close to her in a hug. Jon was caught up next, along with Tam, and then the still shaky seeming Professor. “I’m sorry, dears, he was never meant to come here,” Hellin said, breathless. “He won’t bother us again.” (more…)
“I said we need you to move, Jon,” Tam was saying, standing beside Jon. Jon obeyed uncertainly, still staring at the mark on his hand. Tam and Djaren pulled as hard as they could on the lid of the coffin. It slid slowly. Inside the stone coffin was a painted clay sarcophagus. Djaren and Tam hauled the stone lid across the floor, and with Kara and Anna’s help began to wedge it against the door. Jon flexed his hand. It felt normal, except for a slight tingle in his palm and in his fingertips. “Tam,” he said uncertainly. “I touched something. I think I shouldn’t have.” “Father will understand if we break some things,” Djaren said, trying to lift the heavy slab to lean on the door. (more…)
Jon heard Kara’s voice echo down the passageway as dust settled around them. A rock had fallen and rolled not far from Tam’s feet. Jon shivered and looked at the others. “She’s alive.” Djaren smiled. “That’s good.” Ellea was still frowning. The remaining robed men stood around them, looking with dismay at the fallen rubble, and their comrades under it. (more…)