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Dreamwater
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Three short fantasy stories set in different worlds of magic

Indra’s Return
Indra returns from exile with one purpose: to take revenge on the Elven King for sending him away. But in a game where nobody is who and what they seem, Indra will find that discovering the truth might be crueler than living a lie.
Short epic fantasy story – 3561 words.

World of Shells
When Aima doesn’t returned by nightfall, Jun sets out to find her. But the World of Shells is a dangerous place when light fades. Weaving his way between giant lizards, aggressive clan members and hungry birds of prey, he will either save Aima, or die trying.
Short epic fantasy story – 3960 words.

The Wolf Game
In a world where the undead rule, and shape-shifters are owned and kept by mortals, Mara, a shadow woman, acts as a guard for Riffa, a ghoul. When a white werewolf saves Mara in a fight, a bond forms between them. But while Mara wonders what this werewolf wants from her, she has to wonder about her own desires.
Short urban fantasy story – 5365 words.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 22, 2011
ISBN9781465811936
Dreamwater
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Chrystalla Thoma

Greek Cypriot with a penchant for dark myths, good food, and a tendency to settle down anywhere but at home, Chrystalla likes to write about fantastical creatures, crazy adventures, and family bonds. She lives in Cyprus with her husband and her vast herds of books. Her stories can be found in Alienskin magazine, Lorelei Signal, the Shine Journal, Encounters Magazine, and Bards and Sages ezine i.a. She is also an author for MuseItUp Publishing where you can find her YA Urban Fantasy novella Dioscuri.Here is the link to Chrystalla’s writing blog where you can find short stories, samples and link to other longer works:Blog: http://chrystallathoma.wordpress.com

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    Dreamwater - Chrystalla Thoma

    DREAMWATER

    Three short fantasy stories set in different worlds of magic

    by Chrystalla Thoma

    Copyright 2012 by Chrystalla Thoma

    Smashwords Edition

    Indra’s Return

    Indra returns from exile with one purpose: to take revenge on the Elven King for sending him away. But in a game where nobody is who and what they seem, Indra will find that discovering the truth might be crueler than living a lie.

    Short epic fantasy story – 3561 words.

    World of Shells

    When Aima doesn’t returned by nightfall, Jun sets out to find her. But the World of Shells is a dangerous place when light fades. Weaving his way between giant lizards, aggressive clan members and hungry birds of prey, he will either save Aima, or die trying.

    Short epic fantasy story – 3960 words.

    The Wolf Game

    In a world where the undead rule, and shape-shifters are owned and kept by mortals, Mara, a shadow woman, acts as a guard for Riffa, a ghoul. When a white werewolf saves Mara in a fight, a bond forms between them. But while Mara wonders what this werewolf wants from her, she has to wonder about her own desires.

    Short urban fantasy story – 5365 words.

    Dreamwater © Copyright 2012 by Chrystalla Thoma

    Smashwords Edition

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

    The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

    Cover design by Chrystalla Thoma

    http://chrystallathoma.wordpress.com

    Indra’s Return

    First published in Mirrordance Magazine, Spring issue 2011. Revised version.

    Beyond the sea of Bara lay the land of exiles – human and troll cities, merchant harbors, thieves and whores. I was supposed to be there, leading a life of nostalgia and pain, languishing in Queen Syrana’s memory.

    Dying inside.

    But here I stood, well within the forbidden borders – forbidden only to me – of the human-elf coalition, polishing the tables of this accursed inn with a wet rag, and glaring at the hooded human about to grab my hip – again.

    I slapped his hand away, and struggled not to punch him. That would be a man’s reaction, not a woman’s, and I had to keep my disguise. Did you want something?

    What’s a pretty wench like you, his voice slurred, doing in this godsforgotten place?

    What indeed. I finished redistributing the dirt on the table surface – filthy human race – while I thought about the question, keeping one eye on his wandering hands. Only a fool would come back against the elven King’s wishes, as I had. But I had sworn on Melekarth’s name to revenge Syrana’s death, and I had a plan.

    If you could call it that. It was more of a purpose, a desire, an urge. A burning need that sustained me, kept me alive.

    My name’s Jonder. What’s yours? He sounded like an old man, his voice rusty and shaking. He made another pass, at my waist this time, and missed. Hey. I’m talking to you. I asked you yer name, wench.

    I sighed. Indra. My name is Indra. I’d found out the hard way that not answering only made them more persistent. Then again, using my true name helped me remember who I was. Now let me work.

    The inn stank of sweat, sour ale and stale breath, but it was no worse than others I had frequented. I had worked my way from the harbor to this very spot, inn after stinking inn, insult upon insult.

    My rage was contained like lightning in a glass, my magic buried so deep it gnawed at my guts. I disguised my gender with my clothes, half-hid my ears under my long hair, and hoped nobody became too curious or too suspicious. Maybe I would get lucky for once.

    So slender for a wench. Jonder grasped a handful of my skirt and to my dread it began ripping at the seams. I grabbed his hand. And what is that silver tattoo on your arm? He cocked his head to the side.

    I twisted out of his reach and checked my skirt.

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