Month: August 2018

The tragic and altogether meaningless tale of how one good person's window-billows escaped his house. ~ Dmitri Scolét I pinned them shut and with a smile walked about my day. Home I came - to my surprise, the billows got away. I frowned in thought, looked up and down, and could not find the cause, [...]

Swelling with fantastic happiness, he greets me with a neatly tanned face. Not many could see the greatness to which my friend would rise, but now his presence is most certainly etched in the memories of those who have met him. My companion disappeared for a little while to enjoy his small sun and returned [...]

The flightless shadows darken pall above the evening's wrathful call to arms of battle's dark'ning door by death of ling and blade of war.   I opened my eyes, the ominous strain swelling, and swept my hand in the air about me. The sun suddenly ceased to penetrate the tree boughs as a heavy gloom [...]

I was at one of Matt Papa's concerts recently. As the piano gently sang beneath his fingers, he thoughtfully looked at the crowd and spoke: "One of the fundamental things everyone desires is to be known and to be loved. If you're known, but not loved, that's rejection; if you're loved, but not known, that's [...]

Ëyord and his wife passed on, as other mortals, through that door that has, since its first opening, been either the dread or the reprieve of all who enter. The sons and daughters they bore after Midran's fall lived long and bore still many more of the lineage of the first Glimmdrad. These seed buried [...]