You may have noticed that I’ve been posting weekly chapters for a short story called Nightmare, set in the world of Rise of Cithria. Now that the story is complete (well, part 1 at least) I wanted to make it easier for new readers by consolidating all the Nightmare links into this one post. If and when a part 2 comes,… Read more →
Month: August 2016
Nightmare Chapter 6
By Kris Kramer A Rise of Cithria story Chapter 6 (of 6) Read – Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 Alayna stepped quickly through the tall grass, fate driving her through a distant, lightly-trod forest path blanketed in darkness. Clouds covered the sky, blocking out the moonlight and the stars, giving them cover as they’d… Read more →
Nightmare Chapter 5
By Kris Kramer A Rise of Cithria story Chapter 5 (of 6) Read – Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 “Looks like the whole town is running away with their plunder.” Sevris handed the bronze telescope to his decnar, Joah, who twisted the cylinders, adjusting the focus so he could watch the Breakwall docks on the far… Read more →
Nightmare Chapter 4
By Kris Kramer A Rise of Cithria story Chapter 4 (of 6) Read – Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 Gunnar’s eyes dragged open, fighting the intrusion from reality every step of the way. He rolled onto his side on his lumpy, straw-filled cot and stared at the fuzzy brown wall across from him. Why was he awake? Had… Read more →
Nightmare Chapter 3
By Kris Kramer A Rise of Cithria story Chapter 3 (of 6) Read – Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 “How many are there now?” Ansen Havarton, Steward of Breakwall Castle, leaned over the massive mahogany writing desk that filled the center of his stark office. Dozens of parchments lay scattered across the top, a regular fixture of his daily routine… Read more →
Nightmare Chapter 2
By Kris Kramer A Rise of Cithria story Chapter 2 (of 6) Read Chapter 1 “… okay?” Everitt lifted his heavy head to see the burly, thick-bearded barkeep watching him from the other side of the bar, his hands squeezing out the last drops of grimy water from a wash rag onto the sticky wood countertop. Streaks of sunlight… Read more →