Yam is a Len whose nomadic people value truth and community above all else. He has decided that the only way to restore his family is to become indistinguishable from a god and retroactively make his father a prophet instead of a lying cult leader.
Cal is a street thief impersonating a young, wealthy noblewoman she found dead when attempting to burglarize a room. She only hopes to rob the rich mages and maybe pick up a trick or two before she inevitably has to skip town.
Lyssana was born with the wrong kind of abilities and exiled to a faraway island of elemental magic users. She has been called back by her wealthy family and placed in Istima for a purpose she has yet to learn.
This is a serialized web fiction about three students in Istima, the Six Court Academy; where the different branches of magic have come together in an ancient city-school floating between mountain peaks and above the storm sea. The engraving students learn to steal patents and defend their homework from untrustworthy professors. The Winter Court battle for their spots in the rankings. The healers-in-training stretch trip cords across the highest stairs so they can practice enough to earn an internship. And no one has a clue what is happening in the Night Court, but it involves self-induced psychosis, inter-dimensional summoning, and activites so normal that they feel nefarious in comparison.
Welcome to Istima. Study, survive, and hold your secrets close.
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“What’s the matter, Kid? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Renna smiled. “Come here!” She spread her arms wide and embraced Cal. When they let go, Renna slapped her hard on the back. “I haven’t seen heads or tails of you since Kalros.” “I… that’s it?” Cal frowned. “I left you for dead!” “And?” … Continue reading Cal 13
Chapter 11: Friendship in the making A quiet knock broke her attention from the words in front of her. She closed the book, setting it on the side table on the balcony. The sun warmed her back as she opened the front door to an anxious courier who handed her a sealed letter and scurried … Continue reading Lyssana 11
(2.06) Gravity did not take him as a mother taking her frightened child into her arms. Gravity took him like a professional wrestler or a violently incompetent masseuse. Perhaps like an organ harvester? One who had forgotten their tools and wondered what would fall out if they shook him hard enough. It was hard to … Continue reading Yam 13