The Crystal Moon by Blake R. Wolfe

Author:Blake R. Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: epic adult fantasy, contemporary young adult fantasy, dark dragon fantasy, action and adventure fantasty, lgbtqia fantasy lgbt lgbtq
Publisher: Blake R. Wolfe
Published: 2022-07-23T00:00:00+00:00

The next morning, true to her word, Lady d’Ronja had a pair of horses at the back gate with all their gear and supplies for the trip. There were rations, waterskins, bedrolls, tents, gold, books, tools of all sorts, three big sheets of leather, armor, extra weapons, clothing, and any other imaginable thing they could think of. It was far more than they needed and much more than Lyra could possibly carry. Instead of taking the horses with them, each of them packed a small bag with food, water, and coins. Dusk found a tiny black pouch filled with the magic powder in one of the saddlebags with his name on it. He tucked it into his pocket safely, hoping they wouldn’t have to use it on their journey. Each of them sheathed their weapons, grabbed a sheet of leather, and headed out into the forest, leaving the horses behind with the guards.

The walk was pleasant and cool, the early morning fog still clinging to the underside of the canopy. The new clothing Dusk bought was still itchy and stiff, having not been broken in yet. He hoped the wind would help relieve a bit of the itch and help soften the fabric on the way. He’d never had new clothing before and the sensation was almost unnerving, like bugs crawling across his bare skin. Eventually they made it to the clearing where Lyra resided. She was already awake and stretching her wings, readying herself for the long day ahead of them.

“All set?” she asked as they came up beside her.

Dusk nodded along with the others.

“Then we best be on our way.”

With Lyra’s help, each of them climbed up and positioned their piece of leather between her spikes. It didn’t make their seats any softer, but it stopped Lyra’s scales from rubbing their legs raw, which were still sore from the last flight. When everyone was in position Lyra checked them one last time, spread out her wings, and took off at a gallop. Soon she was soaring high above the trees, the sun rising over her right shoulder.

Their path took them southwest, and they made good time with one less person on Lyra’s back. On the second day they crossed over the deep gorge that the river Sunder carved through Ditania. In the far distance Dusk thought he caught a glimpse of Brand’s hideout, but it was too far to tell. On the opposite side of the gorge they spent a night, making their camp far from the river just in case there were more Grimfish lurking in its depths. Nobody was really sure of their climbing ability to get up and over the sheer rocks, but none of them were willing to take a chance.

The next morning they took to the skies and flew southwest across the Louring Bog. The memories of that strange place swirled around his head and Dusk leaned over Lyra’s side to get a better look at the seemingly inexhaustible fog always surrounding the swamp.

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