An excerpt from
Miist (Book One of The Bone Grit Historeum)
True to SmitherWeed’s estimation, they arrived at Fellows, a town that nestled. It nestled among green, green trees and lush grasses and billowing hills. It lay snug in its little corner of the world, a fine stone village where the earth was tenderly tilled into a palette of flowers.
Indeed, every crook and notch seemed gleefully crammed with colour. And with these came scents of tang and spice. It was a delightful welcome. At least for Root. Lian on the other hand began to itch and rub his now watery eyes.
“A reaction,” he sniffed through a handkerchief.
A wallop of a welt rose along his neck, forcing them to stop so he could apply a proper analgesic. Unfortunately, though the welts vacated, a green tinge remained over his skin.
“You look like you’re gonna be sick,” Root laughed.
Lian huffed and hovered past the welcome plinth where a large stone Miist of Kalliope stood, moss-grown and neglected. Like the statue Root had seen at Guardian’s Gate, the words Brave and Belovedwere defiled beyond legibility.