http://slow.writerscafe.org/Epika The original writings of author Meghan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115161 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a quiet night on Rosk; so quiet that the flapping of the bats flying overhead could be heard, silhouetted against the brilliant moon. Not a breath of wind stirred the great pine trees, nor the willows that overhung the winding river. Across the isle, candles burned brightly in windows, castin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epika/1392209/ Sweat poured profusely off Camiel's back as he dug the fork deep into the dry, cracked soil. He grabbed the bucket that was half full of water from next to him and sloshed some over the ground. The earth greedily sucked up the liquid, so that no sooner had Camiel again struck the ground with the for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epika/1392198/ When Ariantír was still youngand free, it was guarded by the loving hands of the elementals. Prosperityruled, with little friction between the five races residing there. Often, thisperiod of time is called the Golden Age, but as youth, it faded as theelementals abandoned it to its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epika/1101512/ When Camiel’s life is ripped apart, he is forced to flee with a young stranger to escape the wolves of the Queen, powerful autocrat of Ariantír. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Epika/1101511/