Midnight Embers
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A collection of fantasy-themed short fiction and an excerpt from a novel. "Midnight at the Crossroads", "Moonlight on the Gallows", "A Safe Port in a Storm", "The Word Witch", "The Woman of Shadows", and an excerpt from the novel: "The Last Archer of Laummoren".
Scott Cimarusti
Scott Cimarusti was born in 1970 and lived in the Chicago area until heading downstate to attend the University of Illinois. He now works at his alma mater and currently lives in Champaign. An avid reader of all genres--mainly horror, suspense, and sci-fi--Scott started writing short fiction as a hobby while in college. "The Last Archer of Laummoren" was his first novel. (http://lastarcher.com) Find Scott on the web at http://scott.cimarusti.com or on Facebook, Twitter (@scimarusti), and LinkedIn.
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Midnight Embers - Scott Cimarusti
MIDNIGHT EMBERS
by SCOTT CIMARUSTI
Midnight Embers
Scott Cimarusti
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011, 2016, 2018 Scott Cimarusti
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover photo Winter Fire
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ISBN: 978-1-4580-6188-1
http://scott.cimarusti.com
Midnight at the Crossroads
Moonlight on the Gallows
A Safe Port in a Storm
The Word Witch
The Woman of Shadows
An excerpt from the novel The Last Archer of Laummoren
Midnight at the Crossroads
The young man raised his eyes to the evening sky. Twilight had just descended, and the full moon glared down at him like a grimacing skull. When he had set out from home, the late October sun had still been a fiery orange arc melting into the horizon, and already the indigo sky threatened nightfall.
With the sun now vanquished for the night, the moon ushered with it a chill wind that rustled through the trees like the chattering of imps plotting evil mischief. The young man drew his gray woolen cloak closer to him to ward off the wind’s probing fingers.
He continued along the hint of a trodden path that wandered through the ancient wood, the carpet of fallen leaves crumbling beneath his worn leather shoes like ancient parchment. From all sides, the dark silhouettes of massive ageless trees loomed, barren now of their garlands of summer leaves and ripe fruit, their leafless arms stretched upward to the dark sky, as if to pay homage to the gleaming white god above. Their gnarled branches reached for the young traveler like the withered hands of a crone, beckoning him into the gaping darkness beyond.
He dared not light his lantern yet; for lamp oil was a rare and expensive commodity, and one could not be frivolous with it, especially with the long, dark winter ahead.
Had this been any other night, the young man would never have ventured this far into the woods alone.
But this was no ordinary night.
It was All Hallow’s Eve, and he had a promise to keep.
As if on cue, the wind suddenly picked up, rattling through the remaining stubborn leaves and whispering its ancient curses. It tousled the hair off the young man’s forehead, revealing piercing green eyes that gleamed with purpose and betrayed the innocence of the youthful face from which they peered.
Finally, the young traveler broke free of the wood, and glimpsed a ribbon of chimney smoke wafting up to the heavens from a spired roof below. Relieved to finally be beyond the reach of the skeletal trees for the time being, he continued along the path and downward into a clearing towards the Festival Hall.
Nestled among the wooded foothills, the sprawling wooden building was an oasis from the impenetrable forest encircling it, promising safety and light to the wayward traveler. Built back before any of the old-timers could recall, the Festival Hall was one of the largest structures in the village out of necessity; for it was where the local populace congregated four times a year. In the spring, it was host to a festival commemorating sowing and a blessing of the crops. In summer and winter, it held celebrations for both solstices. And then there was tonight’s event: the Harvest Festival on the Eve of All Saints.
As the young man advanced from the shadows and into the clearing, the sounds of music and laughter from inside the Hall drifted toward him, consoling his troubled spirit. When he reached the great oaken door, it suddenly burst open to reveal a trio of drunken revelers stumbling in the direction of the path he had just left. He followed their progress with his gaze as the darkness swallowed them, his head shaking almost imperceptibly. The ancient wood was not a place to wander without one’s wits—especially tonight. He sighed and crossed the threshold, letting the warm glow of celebration embrace him.
An immense stone and mortar fireplace dominated the Hall’s main room, where a raging fire spewed sparks against the iron grating and up into the high chimney. Flickering shadows loomed and danced all the way up to the timbered ceiling high above, where a wrought-iron chandelier swayed, its stout candles trailing veils of melted wax, some of it dripping onto the floor below.
At the opposite end of the large room was an arrangement of large oaken tables covered with simple white linens and laden with a bounty of food and drink. There were large wicker baskets brimming with fresh apples, pewter platters displaying rows of roasted corn, great ceramic jars of cider, and stout kegs of ale. Pumpkins and other assorted squashes in a variety of colors and shapes tumbled across the seamless white cloth.
The village elders were huddled near the fire, warming their weary bones and stroking their long gray beards. Some puffed on ornately carved pipes while they exchanged superstitions about the coming winter. Not far away from them, their wives gossiped among themselves, casting a stern eye to any rowdy youngsters that encroached upon their tightly-knit circle.
As for the young couples, they twirled about the center of the