The temple is quiet when I arrive. Nobody stirs in the courtyard. I look around before I enter, but nothing stands out to me. All the waking rituals are complete, and the priests are busy going about their

I wake to someone pounding on the door. “Zefra? Zefra?” It’s Hanun’s voice. He’s desperate. As I get to my feet, I realize I must have been in rough shape last night. My coat’s still draped around me.

The nightmare always bothers me. If it were any god but Akkun– It is dangerous to ignore the god of dreams in his own domain. I pull the bolt back from my door. It feels strange to have a lock, but it’s

Every night, the same dream. “Who are you?” “I am Zefra.” “And what do you do?” “I am a shrine keeper in the city of Ehram.” “And are you virtuous?” This is how the gods judge the dead. I know it well.

For the month of April, I’m going to be doing something different for Fiction Fridays. Normally, I try to upload a piece of writing each week. I’m not great about that, but it’s more or less worked out.

For the month of April, I'm going to be doing something different for Fiction Fridays. Normally, I try to upload a piece of writing each week. I'm not great about that, but it's more or less worked out.