On wings and wind, flies Glory!
Flight, Chapter Eighty-Three
He was creating something. Instantly, she knew what it was.
Flight, Chapter Eighty Two
Any sane man would stay inside. But they weren’t sane, they were desperate.
Chapter Eighty- One
Chapter 81 Bridon was not as solitary as the rest of the Brethren; in fact, he found living on the side of hill in a stilted house… Read more “Chapter Eighty- One”
Flight, Chapter Eighty
Plague had entered willingly, the breath fresh from a young child, until all the bottles had been filled but for the blue. This had been reserved for Bridon of the Blue Stone.
Paintings by Allan
The Long Road Home: Paintings by Allan
Contact: Allan Harbour at tunnelratal@outlook.com for available paintings.
Flight, Chapter Seventy Nine
Chapter 79 Mirella wasn’t sure how to struggle. If she’d been alone, she’d have run. In the hills surrounding the Shivelite camp, she’d kept pace with the… Read more “Flight, Chapter Seventy Nine”
Paintings by Allan
“Any Given Sunday”
Painting by Allan
Flight, Chapter Seventy Eight
The team reared and suddenly the wagon was careening wildly, dangerously, down the street.
Chapter Seventy- Seven
As they crossed the bridge, fear crawled in her belly like a small animal. They were feeding on something. The thought came to her that it might be a man.
