Sorcerer of Zakra

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All text and art Copyright © Brett Buckley 2026

This is a work of fiction—any resemblance to people living or dead, or places or situations current or historical, is unintended, purely coincidental and unlikely to be flattering.

The names on the wind,

Mother, your name it sings.

The mountains my kingdom,

The wind my road,

The flames my feathers.

You who burn,

Sting of arrows,

Break our homes,

Shame on swords—

Our lives are sand. 

I spread my wings,

Write your name on the wind—

It will find you.

Birds take our names,

Ashes take our bones,

Wind, take our foes.

Mother, feed me,

No ashes for dinner.

I swallow your name

On the wind.