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74. Grace and Memory

Note: there's a reference to family violence in this chapter. I've marked the relevant paragraph with ^^^ for those who may wish to skip over it.

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The bowl was p...

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73. An Unexpected Gift

Sheedi toured the glen to look for a good place for the shrine. I followed along and steered her away from anything that might disturb the pool. Those were Ikfael’s instructions to me prior to th...

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72. A Spy in the Glen

The next few days were uncomfortable. Otwei’s presence in the glen was a barb under my skin, but then, I had a barb under hers as well. Only, she didn’t know it.

The portion of uekisheile...

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71. A Weapon at the Ready

The next morning, I arrived early at the Hunter’s Lodge, but Inleio was at his desk instead of training a hunter. He must’ve seen the disappointment on my face.

“The day after a hunt is...

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70. Truths and Visitations

We waited an hour beside the gap between boulders. I spent the time thinking about kevlar gloves, the kind used by veterinarians to deal with feral cats. Not that they’d actually protect my arms ...

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69. Don't Blynx

The Family’s evening meal was interrupted by someone clapping outside the door. “It is Ghitha. I come with the gift of meat.”

Aluali paused his story about being dared to put his head i...

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68. The Hunt Day

A handful of teams were already gathered in the lodge’s courtyard. They busily checked over their gear, while making small talk. Their actions were familiar and easy going, but there was also an ...

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67. Title TBD

Woldec and Kiertie’s bodies laid beside each other in the big room I’d taken to calling the Main Hall. The space was bigger than I remembered, and I walked around, playing the light from the ca...

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66. Knowledge is Power

Since it was just me and Ikfael in the glen, the uekisheile could hang out in the open as much as they wanted. I spent the next few days looking like a miniature fuschia bigfoot as a result; their ...

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65. Growing Pains

Ikfael’s response to my story was unexpected--that is to say, she didn’t have much of one. All she did was to glance sideways at me, her expression reminiscent of my daughter Alex when she was ...

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64. Making Deals, Making Donuts

Mumu escorted me to Biheila’s place. The rest of the village was still training their Militia Arts, so the paths between longhouses were as empty as before. We didn’t talk much. I could tell sh...

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Eight: Knowledge Base

Inspired by comments on Royal Road, I put together a knowledge base for the novel. The information includes details like the currency and calendar systems, but there's also a cast list, the spells ...

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63. Ghosts and Consequences

The fields outside of Voorhei’s gate were full of people, the whole of the village practicing their Militia Arts. To the right, the villagers took turns to cast arrows at a string of archery butt...

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62. An Uncomfortable Talent

Note: I tweaked Chapter 61, starting from when Eight dreamed of the Deer God. The events are the same, but the tone is now more in keeping with what I originally intended. The post's been updat...

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61. Gift and Opportunity

The kids were up early to help me get ready, which was good because I could barely move from being sore all over. At the other end of the longhouse, Aluali brought a jug of frothy goat’s milk, st...

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60. The Hunter's Lodge Gossips

In the late afternoon, the lodge bustled with activity. Groups of hunters chatted as they cared for their weapons and tools. The murmur of conversation was punctuated by the twang of bowstrings fro...

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59. Gift and Curse

When I was a kid--it must’ve been the fourth grade, because the assignment was for Mrs. Magilicutty--I had to write a report on the courthouse in downtown Portland. Mi abuela offered to take me, ...

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58. Intent

The next morning, I found Inneioleia and Haoleise training in the courtyard behind the Hunter’s Lodge. The sun wasn’t up yet, and a fine mist blanketed the village, muffling the sounds of peopl...

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What spell should Eight choose?

I have my choice, but I want to know your thoughts. Which one should Eight pick? Please mark your top three selections.

(Also, my thanks to Adrian Gorgey for inspiring this poll.)

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57. A Little Pot Full of Questions

Everyone who participated in the hunt received a share of the bounty--five eltaak, plus another five for the meat, hide, bones, and razors--for a total pool of ten eltaak.

Mulallamu and Haole...

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56. Initiation II

On the way back to Voorhei, I came across a mountain lion’s tracks at the village’s border. They showed the animal pacing at the boundary before heading into the woods. I followed for a quarter...

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55. Initiation I

The arrangement was that, in two weeks, when the World Speaker visited Ikfael Glen, Ghitha would come with her in order to collect the bodies of his Family. We were staying in town for my initiatio...

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54. Handled

Note: I made changes to chapters 52 and 53 to reveal more of Ollie's thinking. My intention with this book was to have the story more outwardly focused (compared to the inward focus of the prev...

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Wallpaper of the New Cover

In honor of the story's new cover on Royal Road, I made a wallpaper using the artist's original full image. Just right-click on the image to download it.

Hope you like it!

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53. I Choose

We’d moved from the scrying room to another of the rooms under the village’s pyramid. The room was circular, like the others, with a low round table in the middle. A greenish glass bowl filled ...

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52. Voorhei

Billisha stewed as we walked to Voorhei. She and Aluali muttered to  each other, careful to keep their voices low and unheard by the adults  walking ahead. I listened with half an ear to ...

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51. The Quest for Donuts

We followed the stream down the hillside and onto the flatland east of Ikfael Glen. I led the way with my spear, while my adopted children followed behind. Billisha carried my backpack, and Aluali ...

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50: Reflection: Ikfael Glen

Rascals. Ikfael Glen was occupied by rascals. One had turned into three. What was next? Nine? Would her peaceful glen turn into… into… an orphanage?

Heavens forbid. Heavens forbid. Heaven...

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49. Reflection: Billisha and Aluali

“Zasha is mysterious.” Aluali’s fingers were nimble. He didn’t stop braiding rope, but the words were too strong to keep inside. 

Zasha was mysterious. Even now, he prac...

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48: Family

We left the cave after a post-feast nap. It was fascinating to watch the kids prepare. Billisha fought me to wear the backpack, while Aluali held my bow. Both were insistent that I carry only what ...

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