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Thomas Gannon @thomasgannon.bsky.social · 18/02/2025

#WIPSnips From: Children of Qandar #YAFantasy #AmWriting #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #BookSky 💙📚🪐

$Screenshot from Microsoft Word. Text: Wren clenched her jaw, bending to pick up the spoon. “It’s just a bird, Mother. Kellen’s not here. He hasn’t been here for years. He left us, remember?” She couldn’t keep the bitterness from creeping into her voice. Wren had barely been twelve when her older brother, Kellen, had marched off to join the Dark Lord’s army, leaving behind a broken mother and a crumbling home. That was four years ago now. Their mother had been like this ever since. Kellen had taken her last bit of sanity with him when he left. Wren clenched her fist around the spoon, its metal biting into her skin. Their mother wasn’t the only one Kellen had abandoned. Her mother’s gaze drifted back from the window, meeting Wren’s eye again. Wren’s anger faded into sadness as she watched the brief flicker of hope in her mother’s eyes dwindle, fading to the familiar, unfocused, blank stare. “The Raven’s Blade shall break the chains…” Wren’s hands shook as she placed the spoon back in the bowl. She knew the phrase meant nothing, some meaningless fragment caught in her mother’s fractured mind. Still, the words crawled under her skin. The Raven was their family’s sigil, the crest of House Rancour. Wren’s weapon of choice, the dagger she carried, sheathed beneath her cloak, bore a raven engraved in its hilt. But the rest – breaking chains? It was nonsense.$

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