The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter Three

The candle was looking low, its light dimming or at least seeming to dim to Tiren’s eyes. Her feet were sore from traversing the seemingly never-changing expanse of the black labyrinth with not so much as a thread to guide her way.

Chapter Three

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The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter Two

After a restless night’s sleep Tiren woke with a burning pain in her leg. Her wraithlike dreams still swirling about her head she pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to make out anything in the darkness. She was sure she had seen windows last night coming up to her hard unyielding bunk.

Chapter Two

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The Labyrinth and the Miracle: Chapter One

A cold sun hung in a sky the colour of ice, shining through a chilly fog that penetrated to the very bone. The boot-tilled mud of the track, normally only slightly more solid than the river, was frozen hard. The birds were silent. Only the wind blew and brought the whispering rush of leaves, or else it would have been quiet as death.

Chapter One

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