Author Archives: Lawrence Harding

Lawrence Harding There was nothing to complain about in Lower Settonfield. Life was calm and peaceful. No one really had any major problems. Bad weather passed them by. The villagers would pat themselves on the back at the thought that they lived there, knowing they were lucky indeed. No, there was nothing to complain aboutContinue reading “Mrs Montgomery”

Lawrence Harding The Storm howled outside. Salvoes of rain battered the roof. The walls complained loudly, creaking and groaning as gusts tore at them. Isbara didn’t hear it, though. Nor did the men labouring in the ancient, leaking hangar. The Storm had been raging for decades. It was part of their world, and had fadedContinue reading “The Storm and the Creation”

Lawrence Harding So much power, in such small things.                 Little cubes, of bone and wood, decorated with dots, being tossed around in a pit as men roared, laughed, groaned and sobbed. It was something most of the gods couldn’t understand. It seemed so trivial, pathetic even, that such little things could mean so much.Continue reading “Aleya, and Power”

Lawrence Harding                 “Come on.” Deliapene stamped her feet, incorporeal as they were. “Don’t you realise how many strings I had to pull to get this idea for you?”                 Lawrence didn’t even look up from his phone. Deliapene knew her influence was in there, somewhere, reaching into his head. But no matter how hardContinue reading “An Unamused Muse”

Lawrence Harding The demons had come out of nowhere. Literally, stepping out of nothing into the street, the living room, the kitchen, wherever they please.                 People were screaming everywhere. Garren didn’t know why. He didn’t want to look. He just wanted it to be over.                 Most of all he wanted Chrest to stopContinue reading “A Miscast Stone”

Lawrence Harding Luke had always wanted to be one with the pack. To run through the woods, a beast of purest power among other such beasts, under the approving light of the full moon. Though other children had cringed with fear at fireside stories of werewolves and shapeshifters, he had been enthralled. As soon asContinue reading “Calix Lupi”

Lawrence Harding More had come than Vetrevius had possibly expected, or hoped for. The crowd filled the churchyard, and even spilled out of it. Doubtless some were rabble-rousers or there to mock him, but the lack of airborne rotten vegetables suggested that this was, by and large, a crowd that was there to listen. BlessedContinue reading “404 Error: Miracle Not Found”