Nyx Kain is a writer with roots deep in both the Canadian prairies and a fascination with the power of belief. From velveteen rabbits to ghost stories that give more life to their subjects with each fascinated retelling, their passion is to celebrate and affirm how the feelings we share through fiction themselves create something new and real – whether that is a friendship with someone fascinated by the same story, a call to action, or something as small and tenacious as a memory that only breathes when a wind in the right season blows across it.
It isn’t worth being the one who saves the day. Who sees the plot coming together with wide, roving eyes while everyone else gapes at the screens mounted high in…
The man was ready for it this time, of course. He danced his horse deftly to one side of the first blow, and it obeyed him, despite the stone shrapnel…
He had tasted of rain and blood and not at all as she’d imagined a man might. And when his stiff surprise had melted back into motion, he hadn’t pushed…
“My apologies,” the guest repeated. “I would not want to compromise such loyalty as you seem to have to her, of course.” Yet he still looked at her that way.…
“Anything that moves and acts must be animated by a life force,” the guest explained. “Most people know this, but they make two false assumptions from it. The first is…
“I survived only by luck,” the guest recalled. “The path had broadened just then – or else our attacker wouldn’t have been able to stand on it – and my…
What a cold climb it had been, a purposeful caravan turned to a funeral procession of two. They had ridden in silence and, soon, in soaking rain that turned the…
No one travelled by that road if their destination left them any other choice. Narrow and rocky, it deferred to every twist and ridge of the mountains it traversed, making…
Silence rang in the hall long after the sound of her timid knock had faded. Perhaps the guest had decided he was safest keeping a firm grip on that, on…
It didn’t make sense. There had never been any danger in the manor – there had never been anything but her mistress’s will. A sanctuary as solid and suffocating as…