Our King had failed.
He had failed his people, his armies, and his destiny.
Most of all, he had failed his god.
Jeraziah knelt in the Solaris Chapel of Adkarna. The glass ceiling allowed sunlight to fill the circular vestry, bathing the altar and tapestries in hazy brightness, but Jeraziah did not look at these. His eyes were upon the worn mosaic beneath his knees, cast in shadow. Continue reading The Return of the Blind Prophet