The Eye of the Goddess – Samuel Parr
The Sololfursson had said Ingolfur was too weak to reach the Goddess’s Isle.
Beautifully written SFF
Tashala’s Hair – Richard Strachan
For the novices of Kilavastin, the monastery’s position high on the cold, north-facing flank of the mountain was enough to recommend it to even the most austere followers of the Path.
Her Spirit Animal – L.A.W. Butler
Atynleigh leaned into the wind as she pulled her wool shawl closer around her face.
Since We Don’t Have Wings – Gwen Whiting
Chash sloshed through the mud on his way home, picking up bits of glass and hiding them in his pockets.
Midnight’s Second Station – Chloe Smith
Errant had studied the reports, had marveled, had thought he’d understood as much as anyone did—but his eyes still rejected their first sight of Midnight’s trees.