Twist of Fate

We’re dead. Gods of all the stars, I’ll never see my home again

Adan TirMao, infantryman of the Southern Alliance, ducked behind a barricade just in time to avoid an enemy arrow. He covered his head with his arms, in a futile attempt to block out the relentless bludgeoning of the enemy catapults against the city walls. All around him, his brothers in arms lay dead or dying, his sword broken, the buildings in ruins.

I shouldn’t be here. I’m just a farmer boy

He missed his home. He missed his wife and his fields, his hens and his whimsical mule. Huddling behind the barricade, he prayed that the captain’s message reached the palace in time. Without reinforcements, the city would fall within days.


Under a pine tree in the royal gardens, the Lord Chancellor’s black tomcat lay purring on the grass. With his amber eyes half-closed, he licked the blood from his whiskers.

That was the plumpest messenger pigeon he had ever caught.


Christine Lucas  Christine Lucas's website lives in Greece with an assortment of spoiled cats. A retired Air Force officer and self-taught in English, she likes to explore in her writing overlooked parts of fantasy worlds, especially the lives of the animals that dwell in them. Her work has appeared is several print and online magazines, including Renard’s Menagerie, the Aether Age (forthcoming) and Footprints anthologies, Expanded Horizons, Murky Depths and Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine. Her short story “Dominion” appears in Ellen Datlow’s anthology “Tails of Wonder and the Imagination” for Night Shade Books. She is currently working on her first novel.

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