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Excerpt from “The Earth Masters 1”

January 30, 2018 by Marri Champié

Excerpt from The Earth Masters 1:
She was standing with Ceredyn Startrekker and the Wikk of Kumari. She was almost as tall as the Traveler, and looked so much like Startrekker, Jag decided she was another Elvich moderator, or more probably, Startrekker’s daughter.

Filed Under: Short Stories Tagged With: Ancient Earth, Cosmic beginnings, Earth Masters, Science Fiction

The Churchyard Rose

August 30, 2009 by Marri Champié

It’s May and the first bloom opened on the rose. …It’s been five years since it happened but the thorns of each year prick my heart as sharply as do the thorns on Barbrianna’s briar.
A contemporary fantasy inspired by Child’s Ballad #84, “Barb’ry Allen.”

Filed Under: Short Stories Tagged With: Barb’ry Allen, Child's Ballads, fantasy

Chapter 25. SUN OF THE DESERT

January 17, 2006 by Marri Champié

The quiet of peaceful things enveloped them—a house not yet awake, a day not yet begun, trees not yet in bloom, a commitment to journey or war not yet made—and in the weight of the quiet, Flayme felt the waiting of something unquiet.
chapter 25 of the novel “The Weavers of Amirra,” part 2, The Fire Weaver of Highhold.

Filed Under: Short Stories Tagged With: epic fantasy, fantasy, foreshadow, novel excerpt, warrior woman

9. Something Lost

January 12, 2006 by Marri Champié

“…The chief Rhake dismounted and picked up the man’s sword. He turned to the bodies; his black boots stepped into their pooled blood. He leaned over and removed the woman’s sword from her dead hand…”
novel excerpt from “The Weavers of Amirra,” Part 1, The Song Weaver of Skyeborder
Chapter 9. “Something Lost”

Filed Under: Short Stories Tagged With: epic fantasy, fantasy, heroic fantasy, m'jik, The Weavers of Amirra

Roadwork

January 19, 2002 by Marri Champié

“Blood pooled in the seat under the guy’s arm. How could blood come out of an arm that fast? How many beats in a life time? How many left?”
from the collection “Women Who Sleep With Dogs.” Published in Tales of the Concrete Highway, Blue Cubicle Press 2013

Filed Under: Short Stories Tagged With: accident, divorce, flagger, road construction, Women Who Sleep With Dogs

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