The Strangefells: The Death's Left Hand Series
Jun 15, 2026 · 6 min · 3 segments
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Thanks to generations of paranoia, not unfounded, it is the whole reason I'm here in the first place.
There aren't many portals to make traveling to town a quick jaunt, but I'm not mad about it.
The tension fell away as I pulled the tarp off my favorite acquisition from the human world, a dirt bike.
Most of the people here got around on foot or bicycle.
A few had cars, but I was the only one with one of these babies.
The helmet made the sound go swimmy as it closed over my head.
I fastened it tight and straddled the bike.
It kicked to life under my combat boot and I revved the engine a few times, startling a flock of ducks taking a lazy spin on a nearby pond.
I loved this bike and would have ridden it more if it wasn't such a hassle to find gas for it.
One of these days I'd have to find a techno-mage to make it run on magic alone, but all the good ones were being hired by the council or the burgeoning hybrid tech companies, blending magic with new and old tech to make some really cool inventions.
And weapons.
Anyone with that ability was so highly sought after and so well paid, convincing any of them to take a side job for the peanuts I could afford would be a tall order.
The bike shot forward, spraying up mud and rocks as I rocketed across the yard.
I threw my middle finger in the air in case my sister watched from the house.
I had worn a decent path across our fields over the last year, but the woods bordering our property were the type that fought back if you tried to mark out a trail.
I was surrounded by reaching branches and gnarled roots, the choked undergrowth attempting to twist around my wheels but couldn't quite get a grip on them.
I ducked, head level with the handlebars as a large branch came swooping in my direction as soon as I crossed the borderline from our property.
I kept my head on a swivel.
This was also the type of forest that, if the trees didn't snatch you, something else might.
The trees, creatures, and lingering spirits calling this wood home were all old and wild and ornery.
Going this way took about ten minutes, whereas if I took the roads, it would take thirty.
Some might consider it a fair trade if it meant making it to the destination without a cracked skull or minus a limb, but this was the only excitement I still got and I wasn't giving it up.
The bike tore up lichen and powered over deadfall as I navigated.
None of the other trees attempted to take a swipe at me and I wasn't accosted by the usual suspects, but that only made me nervous.
Why were the woods quiet? I was about halfway to the other side, circling around a giant boulder when I caught sight of the reason.
Thanks to generations of paranoia, not unfounded, it is the whole reason I'm here in the first place.
There aren't many portals to make traveling to town a quick jaunt, but I'm not mad about it.
The tension fell away as I pulled the tarp off my favorite acquisition from the human world, a dirt bike.
Most of the people here got around on foot or bicycle.
A few had cars, but I was the only one with one of these babies.
The helmet made the sound go swimmy as it closed over my head.
I fastened it tight and straddled the bike.
It kicked to life under my combat boot and I revved the engine a few times, startling a flock of ducks taking a lazy spin on a nearby pond.
I loved this bike and would have ridden it more if it wasn't such a hassle to find gas for it.
One of these days I'd have to find a techno-mage to make it run on magic alone, but all the good ones were being hired by the council or the burgeoning hybrid tech companies, blending magic with new and old tech to make some really cool inventions.
And weapons.
Anyone with that ability was so highly sought after and so well paid, convincing any of them to take a side job for the peanuts I could afford would be a tall order.
The bike shot forward, spraying up mud and rocks as I rocketed across the yard.
I threw my middle finger in the air in case my sister watched from the house.
I had worn a decent path across our fields over the last year, but the woods bordering our property were the type that fought back if you tried to mark out a trail.
I was surrounded by reaching branches and gnarled roots, the choked undergrowth attempting to twist around my wheels but couldn't quite get a grip on them.
I ducked, head level with the handlebars as a large branch came swooping in my direction as soon as I crossed the borderline from our property.
I kept my head on a swivel.
This was also the type of forest that, if the trees didn't snatch you, something else might.
The trees, creatures, and lingering spirits calling this wood home were all old and wild and ornery.
Going this way took about ten minutes, whereas if I took the roads, it would take thirty.
Some might consider it a fair trade if it meant making it to the destination without a cracked skull or minus a limb, but this was the only excitement I still got and I wasn't giving it up.
The bike tore up lichen and powered over deadfall as I navigated.
None of the other trees attempted to take a swipe at me and I wasn't accosted by the usual suspects, but that only made me nervous.
Why were the woods quiet? I was about halfway to the other side, circling around a giant boulder when I caught sight of the reason.
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