Goddesses of Dúrev: Fiamma

On May 18, 2020 By Elyan WhiteIn Fiction, To Those Who Seek Sirens3 Comments

Also known as Fiammetta or Fianna, Fiamma is the goddess of fire, beacons, and passion. She is known for her favoritism and violent jealousies. Fiamma's cults associate her with lovers, ambition, and light.

Goddesses of Dúrev: Avelot

On May 10, 2020 By Elyan WhiteIn Fiction, To Those Who Seek Sirens1 Comment

Also known as Aviance, Avelot is the goddess of winds and fortune. Her worshippers track the movements of birds to reveal her will.

Goddesses of Dúrev: Eponine

On May 9, 2020May 9, 2020 By Elyan WhiteIn Fiction, To Those Who Seek SirensLeave a comment

Next up in Avalon's pantheon is a goddess who has hated Shay Connelly's family for four generations. Also known by Epona and Epione in different countries, Eponine is the Maiden of water, the seas, and transformation.

Writer’s Report 4

On October 1, 2019 By Elyan WhiteIn Uncategorized11 Comments

Well, that's September down the drain. October, here I come--but first, let's take our monthly pause and look back on all the weird shit we searched in pursuit of being better writers. Personally, I think I've gained a lot of wisdom since August. How about you?

The Adventurer’s Guide: Lumis

On August 17, 2019 By Elyan WhiteIn Magical Realism16 Comments

The beloved and ever-imaginative Dragon Warrior proposed a collaboration to explore our fantasy worlds together. Some of you may already be familiar with her planet Cygnet, and some of you might know Lumis from my draft "The Stars Went Out."

7 Microprompts for Mythological Marriages

On June 16, 2019 By Elyan WhiteIn MicropromptsLeave a comment

In honor of folks in mythology, and all the ways their numerous relationships went to hell, here are some prompts for dysfunctional unions. Use these as themed inspirations, line inserts, or anything that gives your inner writer the right kick.

Day 4: Kingfisher Assassin

On April 6, 2019 By Elyan WhiteIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

The needle went in, out, and in the assassin’s heart. The icon took shape: blue as black, the damned kingfisher. James’ dragon raged around inside him, trying to thrash loose, but the thrall had ordered him to be still. James’ teeth rattled in their sockets. His magic rattled in his bones.