https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/Flameborn is a serialized fantasy novel. Jomae has terrible visions about the fate of his friend Vort. What's worse, if this dark future falls the hi'Kune will bring their reign of terror to Quarson once more. But can the future be altered?hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/481972Thanks for everyone who commented and well wished! I am back in Houston safely, as evidenced of course by Chapter 4's arrival.:)https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/481970Sweat trickled down Jomae's face. It wasn't hot. A light, crisp autumn breeze was ruffling his hair. Jomae was simply nervous. His stomach wouldn't stop twisting and his hands wouldn't stop shaking. It was time for his first sparring match. His week's worth of training hadn't prepared him for the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/481505Flameborn will return on Sunday; I'm about to get in the car and take a two day drive from my parent's house up in Michigan to my home in Houston, TX.:) Thanks so much for reading guys! You've really kept me going with your comments as you've let me know that someone out there is enjoying what I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/481330Jomae had spent a relatively boring day after parting company with Vort. First he had to go down to the Quartermaster to get fitted with trainee uniforms. Then he had to go to the braider so that they could braid the First Dedication plait into his hair. He was set up with a schedule meant to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/481078The drawing was, in every detail, perfect. Jomae Dani had it, right down to the moss on the racked, decrepit sides of the crumbling bell tower marking the center of the Guardian’s Academy. Though the Academy could hardly be said to have a center at all. A multitude of buildings seemed to have...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Flameborn/480940The late summer heat had rotted the bodies all the faster. The stench was easily carried a quarter mile rest by a relentless wind. It was all the voice that the inhabitants of Vinx had left. The dead village would not be silent, however: the carrion eaters and flies kept up a steady, ghoulish...