Ch. 28 – Buu
Harvest 47, 855 That he missed Tuag at all surprised Buu. The grimm grew more restless and agitated as the […]
The Grimm and the Reaper
Buu Yati’s only hope of survival lies in controlling the death-spirit he unleashed—before it destroys everything in its path.
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Young Buu Yati, frail and burdened by poor health, longs to prove he’s more than a liability to his uncle. When his village is attacked by imperial forces, Buu is chosen as a sacrifice to appease a vengeful death-spirit.
In a desperate bid for survival, Buu inadvertently unleashes the spirit, which now haunts him, leaving chaos in its wake. Now, Buu must find a way to free himself from this dangerous and unwelcome companion.
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Ch. 27 – Buu
Harvest 39, 855 Seeing his uncle cry distressed Buu more than the story of his parents did. He had always
Ch. 26 – Kavir
Sleep 10, 846 Kavir loved the moment when wood split. It didn’t matter if a branch snapped in a storm,
Ch. 25 – Kavir
Harvest 39, 855 Harvest brought thick snows around Scarred Lake, freezing the edges of the seemingly endless water into white
Ch. 24 – Buu
Harvest 19, 855 Idah’s braid reminded Buu of a cat’s tail, swishing back and forth as he followed her across
Ch. 23 – Buu
Harvest 18, 855 Buu’s old clothes felt rough and scratchy against his skin after a week in soft student robes.
Ch. 22 – Aru
Harvest 18, 855 Aru sighed, sinking into one of Sanir’s plush armchairs, a glass of wine in hand. Her brother-in-law
Ch. 21 – Buu
Harvest 12 – 18, 855 Hurrying across the yard, eyes squinting against the driving snow, Buu did his best to
Ch. 20 – Buu
Harvest 12, 855 Buu ground his teeth in frustration as the pounding ache behind his eyes intensified. The hard stone
Ch 19 – Buu
Harvest 12, 855 Buu tried to keep the contempt from his face as he looked at his Thaumaturgy textbook. It