“Cleopatra Tiberian Ignis, please come up to the dais,” said the old woman in white. She held her withered hand high and a young girl in blue silk robes came forward. “Despite the nature of your birth, you have risen above the others of your age, and are declared one of the Golden Children of the Book of Chaos. Congratulations, …

For what felt like a long time Laurence saw nothing but emptiness. He was all that there was, all that there could be. He just drifted in the void wondering what the point in this place was. After a moment, maybe an age, Laurence felt a prickling, then a slight pull, then a tug in a direction. He had nothing …

For as long as Laurence could remember he was treated as an auspicious child. The fact that he was born on midnight of the New Cycle meant that most people of the village he lived in thought he was lucky. He didn’t mind it too much, but it annoyed him when people rubbed his head for good luck.   His …

Father Angus stood in the center of the medicinal garden, just feeling the cool winter breeze. It was the final day of the year, and the start of a new cycle. That meant hard work and very little sleep during the festival of rebirth. The parish would want to make sure that they had the gods’ favour for the coming …