Sunday, June 12, 2016
Clean Fire - Flash Fiction for James A. Moore
This means I drew Jim.
Hee hee hee.
Oddly enough, it perfectly fits the world of the series I’m currently writing, Sorcerous Moons. Maybe I’ll end up using this. Cheers, Jim!
Fumes from the fire hung heavy in the desert air, only slightly less choking than the ever present grit. Another day, another sandstorm. And, naturally, a hot fire to eliminate the last wriggling bits. Her iron battle axe cleaved through the foully animated golems easily enough, but it wasn’t worth it to stay there, chopping them into pieces small enough to render them completely harmless. They’d emptied the city of all life already.
Might as well burn it to the ground and move on.
@jeffekennedy I’m a woman, a Westerner & a writer of fantasy, romance & erotica. Repped by Connor Goldsmith, Fuse Literary. I lost the line, so I cross it. Fair warning.