There was once a dragon who loved beautiful things. As a youngling, in his first years of life, he loved to collect stones. He liked smooth river stones the best, polished by years of water and sand, because he liked the way they shone in the light, especially when they were wet. He kept them … Continue reading What Was Lost
Tag: Web Fantasy
The Mountain Town
See Torna: Introduction for the first part of this story. We knew, from our debriefing, that the mission would be one of collection. Loyal servants of the Empress had written to the gendarmerie to complain that one of the town’s mine, a primary source of income for them and an important resource for the Final … Continue reading The Mountain Town
The Hands
The hands are asleep. I pray silently to myself that they will remain that way, but I try to stifle my worry that they will not. If they sense it, they will awaken. I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, schooling my mind to calmness. I have taken a risk, coming … Continue reading The Hands
Queen Euphonia
The story goes that Queen Euphonia, the ninth queen was so beautiful and so wise that each of Vanaprimax’s children attempted to seduce her. They did so not because of their father’s directive, but because of her incredible allure, which transcended that of any human they had witnessed before. Onosang, who watched her, at first, … Continue reading Queen Euphonia
Aia
There was no entry yesterday because of my work schedule. Today's entry didn't turn out like I wanted or expected, but, I guess, when do they ever? I hope you enjoy it regardless. Every world into which the doors open is different. They have different geography, different people, different cultures and countries and religions. That … Continue reading Aia
Chimes, Pt.1
People are strong. That’s something I’ve come to realize, over the years. I used to believe the opposite. I thought that, compared to the Wizard and his monsters, that we were all pathetic and worthless. Weak. I thought that we — that my people, that people in general — cowered in fear of the Wizard … Continue reading Chimes, Pt.1
Father, Son, and Sword
This story is related directly to The Park at Night, and indirectly to The Sword and The Birth of a Blade. My wife passed away almost nine years ago, now. I haven’t forgotten her, though I’ve forgotten bits and pieces of her. I can’t picture the exact shade of her eyes anymore, though I can see a vague impression … Continue reading Father, Son, and Sword
The Coven
“He will be here soon,” Ama said. She tried to remain calm. I remember that. But her voice had that slight quaver she gets when she’s anxious and excited, and her hands shook with a tremble greater than that inspired by her age as she set out the wine and fruit. My mother took my … Continue reading The Coven
Sheth
In a time long since passed, in far south-west Nerrona, where people fight not against each other, nor the evils of Kainorh, but against the heat of the sun, there lived a village of folk who made a mistake in their worship. They were not, on the surface, foolish people. They carved out a place … Continue reading Sheth
Nobody Wins
“I don’t like you much anymore, Master Evran,” Gleam said. Evran tilted his head to one side. “What’s that, now?” “I said I don’t like you,” Gleam repeated. Evran swirled the wine within his glass, amusing himself by bringing the edge of the liquid right up to the brim of his glass, as close as … Continue reading Nobody Wins
Daydreams 