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Chel Maxfield writes stories about the quiet moments that break people open and the fragile magic that holds them together. A lifelong storyteller and artist, she explores themes of loss, transformation, and connection across both fantasy and contemporary worlds. When she’s not writing, she’s usually sketching, crocheting, or rewatching her favorite animated films. She lives in San Francisco with too many notebooks and not enough shelf space.

Category: All These Broken Things

  • Chapter 2: Little Star

    The tent was organized chaos. Maps pinned with daggers, a half-strung bow in the corner, and Dionys sprawled across a bedroll, gripping a spear even in sleep. Odrian didn’t hesitate. He nudged Dionys’s ribs with his foot. “Wake up, we’ve got guests,” he said. He shot a wry glance at Alessia. “One has a demon’s…

  • Chapter 1: The King, The Thief, and The Child

    Odrian hated thieves. Spies were useful. Enemies were visible. Deserters were predictable. Thieves were a nuisance. A coin glittered in the moonlight, half-buried in the dirt. The thief had been working the camp for months. He had assumed they were a soldier supplementing rations, or a deserter trading goods for passage. But this thief was…