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  1. The Old Ways: Chapter 32 — Duncan’s Suspicion

    Duncan figures out one of Faline's secrets. #fantasy #grimdarkfantasy #fantasyfiction

    gregcmillerauthor.blog/2026/09

  2. The Old Ways: Chapter 31 — Whispers In The Dark

    Overhead conversation leads to growing conflict in the crew. #fantasy #grimdarkfantasy #darkfantasy #fiction

    gregcmillerauthor.blog/2026/09

  3. The Old Ways: Chapter 29–Aftermath

    Once in the galley, however, Faline realized her clothing was covered with bloodstains. They needed to be cleaned or at least changed out of. Opening the sea trunk left by the last cook's assistant, she found one last pair of clothes. A bit worn in the knees and elbows but cleaner than what she had. After shucking off her pants, Lukas appeared in the galley. She had just enough time to cover up with the wadded-up change of clothes, as he stood in the doorway to the bunk and storage […]

    gregcmillerauthor.blog/2026/08

  4. The Old Ways: Chapter 27 — One Secret At A Time

    Faline pushes the boundaries, and begins to discover more about herself than she anticipated

    gregcmillerauthor.blog/2026/08

  5. The Old Ways: Chapter 25–Duncan

    Faline learns and early and painful lesson about getting along with the other Reavers.

    gregcmillerauthor.blog/2026/08

  6. The Risen

    It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]

    ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.co

  7. The Old Ways: Chapter 16–Alax

    By the time she reached her partially completed rock shelter, clouds had drifted over the moon, casting the area into complete darkness. A rumble echoed in the distance, and for a moment she feared a rockslide until a flash of light caught her eye, followed by another rumble. After months of drought, rain had finally returned to the area. But while she pondered this, the thought suddenly occurred: I have no shelter. At least nothing that will keep the rain completely off me. A quick scan of […]

    gregcmillerauthor.blog/2026/04

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