Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

The Blessing of Krozem
The Blessing of Krozem
The Blessing of Krozem
Ebook35 pages32 minutes

The Blessing of Krozem

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

5/5

()

Read preview

About this ebook

In this fantasy novelette we read about the slate-blue world of Ziraf. In addition to humans, Ziraf’s Dreamers created spirit beings called the Troil, who communicate with and sometimes counsel their mortal companions. The Troi Wagmi suggests to the Headman of Greivat Fastness that he might ask the Zem’l for immortality. But when the Headman approaches the aged Shrine Guardian Gilzara with a request for help in summoning the correct Zem, Gilzara himself is seduced by the idea of immortality, if he might obtain it not only for himself but also for his dying wife. Krozem, the Creator of Humankind, proves to be surprisingly receptive, but things do not turn out quite as planned.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 4, 2013
ISBN9781301580675
The Blessing of Krozem
Author

Lorinda J Taylor

A former catalogue librarian, Lorinda J. Taylor was born in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and worked in several different academic libraries before returning to the place of her birth, where she now lives. She has written fantasy and science fiction for years but has only recently begun to publish. Her main goal is to write entertaining and compelling fiction that leaves her readers with something to think about at the end of each story.

Read more from Lorinda J Taylor

Related to The Blessing of Krozem

Related ebooks

Fantasy For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for The Blessing of Krozem

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
5/5

1 rating0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    The Blessing of Krozem - Lorinda J Taylor

    1

    THE BLESSING OF KROZEM

    by

    LORINDA J. TAYLOR

    This is a work of fiction. All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return toSmashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Cover illustration by the author.

    Copyright © 2013 by Lorinda J. Taylor

    The Blessing of Krozem

    It was during the Sixth Era of Ziraf’s world – the Era of Tongues, when humankind first learned how to speak – that it occurred to the Headman of Greivat Fastness that he was getting old. He stood on the bank of the Mistgel, which terraced the mountainside before it pooled at the feet of the fastness, and spoke with the Troi who lived in that stream, Wagmi of the weedy eyebrows.

    At one point there was a long silence, until Emtash-ka-Zidzod said, loudly and testily, What are you trying to say? You fool Troi, if you don’t push breath out of those gills, I can’t hear you!

    Wagmi shifted on his knob of rock in the middle of the stream, letting his hands, which were appended to weed-brown limbs as long as his legs, trail in the water. Any part of him that was in the water, which included most of his legs, disappeared in wavy, luminescent patterns. I don’t have gills – that’s a mouth, he said. And if you humans hadn’t invented tongues, you wouldn’t have any trouble understanding me. Your ancestors never did. You’ve lost control over the spirit in yourselves. You are all lips and wind these days.

    Emtash brushed aside these accusations, massaging the back of his wrinkled neck with slate-gray fingers. His skin was all slate-gray, except an area over cheekbones and nose where a blue flush of youth still came and went. His own silver-blue eyes stared into the rock-brown, pooling eyes of the Troi.

    Part of the difficulty, said Emtash, "is just what you said. You were here when my

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1