Welcome to the Darkside...

...join me, Akasha Savage, as I brave the deepest dungeons and scale the misty mountains to achieve my dream: to see my novel Bathory in print. I will take you by the hand and keep you beside me as I cross this uncharted territory...

...let us step into the moonlit darkness together...

Sunday, 22 May 2011

A Dark Interlude

The two birds came with the dusk.
Big and black, the colour of night. Bringing with them the chill of mid-winter and the scent of freshly fallen snow.
They flew in a straight north-west line, heavy wings disturbing the air with a breathy whup whup of sound. They stopped just once to feed: on the Slovakian Austrian border. Here they swooped down and gorged on a half-rotted carcass, picking the bones clean.
While they fed the ground temperature plummeted. People shivered, stared in disbelief at the unexpected flurry of snow. By the time the birds reached their destination they'd been on the wing for almost twenty-four hours.
For a while they followed the course of the A249, mirroring the dual carriageway as it wound its way towards and then over The Swale, the grey ribbon of water that separated the small Isle of Sheppey from mainland Kent.
Then they cut across country. Losing height as they flew over boggy marshland; scattering the sheep that grazed there, startling lesser birds from their nests. As they sighted the lone house on the cliff edge they put down their legs, sharp talons extended.
The ravens landed on the roof with the barest whisper of sound.


  1. Oh! This gave me the chills. There's something so perfect about the image of these birds, bringing with them cold winter snow. So many questions.

  2. LIke this a lot. Very atomspheric. Ravens are just cool anyway.

  3. Your skill as a storyteller shine through. Wonderfully chilling.

  4. Ahh..thanks for the wonderful comments. This is a snippet from Bathory, just thought I'd throw it out there and see what you all thought. :D

  5. Akasha, would you be offended if I made a suggestion? I think it's a beautiful, atmospheric piece; I can see the black ravens against the white of the snow, and feel the chill. Wonderful! But the mention of the "A 249" sounded so practical - like directions almost? - that for me, it broke the spell. Does the road have to have a name?