Find previous chapters here. “How are you feeling?” he asked Annette. The question could be interpreted as concerned, but truly Bill only wanted to know how long it would be until they could get to work defeating the sorcerer. The sadness in her brown eyes told him she understood his meaning, though. She used…
Saltwater Future The waves roll ever against the shore, Files of saltwater and sand Chiseling out a new coast. Try as he might, man’s hand Is powerless to interfere With the pounding of the waves. The future’s just as untraceable As next century’s shoreline. Try as I might, I can’t determine my future: The tiny,…
Find previous chapters here. “It isn’t working, Maxwell!” Louise greeted her husband in the dining hall. She swept past the too-thin servants and the great roast turkey cooling on a garnished silver platter to join the king at the head of the table. “The bounty hunters aren’t finding him.” Max shoved a turkey leg into his mouth…
The Grass Withers Hey little mist, don’t you know, don’t you know you’re only here for a little today. The sun’s comin’ up and within the hour it’ll burn you all away. Hey little leaf, don’t you know, don’t you know your green won’t last too long. Autumn’s comin’ fast with its oranges and its…
Find previous chapters here. She was floating in nothingness, a grey, heavy nothingness that hurt and made it hard to breathe. Sometimes there was a buzzing noise, deep weaving together with high. She thought the buzzing meant something, but it was too hard to concentrate. So much easier to bask in the colorless emptiness and…
Hello, Worry–back again? Or not yet gone away? Why, I thought I kicked you out, Showed you to the door And bolted it behind you. Were you not alarmed With the plans I made? Did my strivings not give you pause? No–why were you laughing When I wrote out the next ten year? I thought…
Find previous chapters here. With sharp eyes, Steven took in the cottage. Against one wall hung countless bunches of herbs and pewter pots of varying sizes. Facing that wall was a shoulder-high bookshelf laden with ancient tomes that filled the shelves and piled on top of each other nearly up to the ceiling. Words such…
Find previous chapters here. Their footsteps were loud in the quiet, dead forest, snapping twigs underfoot like thunder to Bill’s ears. “We need to change tactics,” the peasant Steven declared. “Why?” he grunted, pulling himself up over a rotting log blocking their path. “We’re trying to follow the path we think we would have taken. …
Find previous chapters here. “It’s all your fault,” Louise Kangraff’s repellent tones grated on his ears. “No, it’s yours. If we’d followed my plans, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Maxwell’s slimy voice whined back. He sighed deeply and rubbed his bald temple. This is why he never had had children. Their incessant whining had…
Find previous chapters here. It was dim and damp inside the tavern nestled in a rocky nook near the edge of Poldar, too cool for comfort on the outside of the room and too warm near the fire. Decades of filth coated everything in a veneer of gray-brown and left the air vaguely odorous. Harried…
