Prologue: The Blue That Remembers Ellurien drifted through the dark like a thought that refused to fade. From far away, the planet looked gentle—blue and white, veined with clouds that curled like slow smoke. Sunlight spilled across its oceans in bands of molten silver. At night, lightning stitched the storm-belts with silent thread, and the auroras moved over the poles in patient curtains, as if the world wore its own dreams on its skin. But what made Ellurien rare was not i

Prologue   Jerusalem slept uneasily beneath the silver gaze of the moon. In the tangled streets above, dogs barked and merchants snored,...

Part 1: Thread of Light Daniel Rhys awoke with tears on his cheeks. They were not tears of sorrow but something harder to name—something luminous and aching, like a memory just out of reach. It felt like a memory that didn’t belong to this life. His sheets clung to him like mist, the sweat cooling against his skin in the pre-dawn quiet. A low hum reverberated through his bones, like the fading chord of a forgotten song. The room was still, but the air vibrated as if the dream

Part 1: Before the Storm The storm had arrived without warning—thunder rolling like a drumbeat from some forgotten age, lightning...

By Bill Combs      Part 1: The Locker Door to Nowhere I’ve always suspected that my locker was trying to kill me. Maybe it’s the way the...