𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐐𝐢'𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐮 (𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬)
Kingdoms come and go, carving temporary empires upon the weathered face of Qi'Zhou. This is a world of misty mountains and cerulean seas, of immortal Celestians and fa...
Curious about the world of Qi'zhou? Do check out my other works set in the same universe. -- A SLIVER OF FROST (ASOF) --
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𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗔𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁 What happens when the goddess of creation breaks the world before dying, leaving her creations to fend for themselves?
Yun Zhi is an immortal Celestian, in charge of weaving the ephemeral skies. In Celestia, passion is frowned upon. Balance is the key to keeping the realms apart, thus ensuring the purity of the Celestian soul. Yun Zhi lives for her art, crafting impeccable weaves that outshine the rest of her six sisters. All she seeks is progress in the seven weaves of power. But why has she stalled at the second weave?
When she hears Xiao Che's music in the mortal realm, the power of his song astounds her. Is he truly a common pathfinder, seeking the path to immortality? Or does his music hold the clue to a darker conspiracy, one with the potential to disrupt the realms?
And if balance is truly the key to perfection, why does Yun Zhi feel like she's on the verge of a breakthrough, only when her heart is moved?
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𝐈𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞?
Liao Mengzhang is the second son of the Crimson General. He has always thought of war as his only path, one he is destined to conquer. He has never lost a battle. Until he does. When Mengzhang is captured by Ba'yen soldiers, his first plan is murder. But his physician Junmo has other ideas. Sometimes, the distinction between right and wrong might not be so clear after all.
A standalone short story featuring Shiyao, Junmo & Liao Mengzhang.
"Mengzhang stared, unable to take his eyes off the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His gaze clung to the red-clad figure, a shining bronze god amongst mundane mortals. The pipa's melody stroked his heartstrings; a lover's caress. It lulled him, gently plucking his worries away so that there was nothing left to feel except joy, and peace, and pleasure."
