The Last Days of Old Night
ShortStory 7,154 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Through chaos and old night, the three brothers journeyed. Sometimes they rode and sometimes they strode. When they rode, their steeds snorted cold steam from their nostrils and obsidian hooves struck sparks from the rock. When they strode, their feet sank in the earth to their ankles. The sky was lit only by witch fires."
Content warnings 2
deathviolence
Quasar links out; the story lives on Clarkesworld, where the author gets the click.