Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“Yesterday, I sat by my window, watching glimmers of sunset from the surface dye the drop-off waters a stately purple. I do this sometimes when I feel most at odds with my Brain, you see, and find it quite effective. I was all alone – my sister Sophy recently departed on the Ridge expedition –... Continue Reading →
“Between the planes was the void, and the void was perfect; it flashed by in a fraction of a blink, and Siyon was through.It was like stepping into an open oven, snatched up in the Empyreal plane’s hot dry, first. Siyon staggered, dizzy and dazzled, as the universe tilted around him. It always took a... Continue Reading →
"We must discuss, then, the relationship between women and water. When men fall into the sea, they drown. When women meet the water, they transform. It becomes vital to ask: is this a metamorphosis, or a homecoming?"-A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid was one of my last... Continue Reading →
“I like to keep the lake looking neat and tidy. You wouldn’t know it from the surface, but my lake is spotless, with excellent water circulation and the best crop of brown trout in western England. Even my frogs look smarter than those in inferior lakes, though they taste much the same. I may not... Continue Reading →
“As usual, after one of her mother’s visits, Emma found herself feeling antagonistic, not merely toward her mother but also toward her husband and herself. Flap should have been there to defend himself, or her, or them. Her mother hadn’t really been on the attack; she had just been exercising her peculiar subtle genius for... Continue Reading →
“’You say something is ending,’ Eithne slowly went on. ‘Not true. There are things that never end. You talk of survival? I am fighting to survive. Brokilon endures thanks to my fight, for trees live longer than men, as long as they are protected from your axes. You talk to me of kings and princes.... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 