Completed Works
By Christopher Mitchell Part Two Her name had been Bright Moon, and Broken Spear had loved her all his life. Her father had protested the loss of his only daughter to the hunter’s persistent determination, but he was hers and she was his, and Broken Spear could not…would not…be assuaged of this fact. Twin-River eventually…
By Christoper Mitchell Broken Spear knelt to inspect the steaming scat of his hunted prey. It smelled of digested lichen and willow buds. He looked in the direction of Osu—The Giver. The glare hurt his eyes, and he raised his hands to blot out the face of the father god. Osu’s brother, Uru, had…
By Christopher Mitchell Two The latrones hadn’t eaten in two days. Catching the speck of firelight from the crest of their small hill encampment, the pack of four brigands loped towards the fire with hunger in their eyes. Moving on shaky legs, they teetered closer, hoping to catch the weary travelers off guard. They knew…
CALEDONIA, 387 ADE By Christopher Mitchell One Tiberius adjusted himself in the saddle, ignoring the numbness in his legs and backside. Argos was a steady horse, but the continual jostling of these uneven goat paths had grown tiresome with the damp cold setting in. Sixty-five suns had risen and set since they’d left Rome. He…