Writing Samples

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From Bloodless Honor-

I ran. There was no strength in my running as there had been before. My breath came in short, burning gasps that accompanied the burning of the ice, both removing any feeling my body may have had. The desire to glance over my shoulder, to see my hunter, was intoxicating, but I fought it tooth and claw. I couldn’t even use my magic anymore; my distance from the forest and the stability of the earth, both mentally and emotionally, kept me neatly bound in my own fear.

I was going to die.

The dagger was still in my hand, and I desperately wanted to use it. I would be too weak against this enemy, but I wanted to try to fight anyway. I wanted to regain some of my pride.

Something clicked. Maybe it was the chipping away of some of my sanity, or the click of a lock opening the door to some hidden courage. Maybe it was the realization that I was going to die anyway, no matter what I did. Heat poured through me, a warmth that loosened my cold limbs. My breathing eased, if only a little, and I felt myself once again slide into my element. The terror at this blood mage, with his dripping arm, dark sword and clothes, and red eyes, vanished. I turned to face him, solid and unfeeling.

Nothing replaced the terror, just an empty, unfeeling void. But it locked away the fear, and that was most important.