Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart." 11/22/63 by Stephen King 11/22/63 has been on my shelf for quite some time. I knew I... Continue Reading →
"A cloud of butterflies had engulfed the broken train in the night. The train crawled along the tracks, a wounded, dying beast, and the butterflies hit the broken windows and burst inside and fluttered along the corridors where blood-soaked carpets lay ruined. The Kid and the Stranger were holed up in the enigneer's cabin and... Continue Reading →
"My name means fairy tale, which is fitting for the daughter of a storyteller who was once the North Wind. I was born in the winter in the midst of a howling snowstorm, sheltered from snow by a reindeer-skin tent and the fierce warmth of my parents' love. My mother laughed and my father cried,... Continue Reading →
"Wren saw now how passion was delicate and temporary, a visitor, a feeling that would come and go. Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will. Soulmates, like her and Lewis, were... Continue Reading →
"I turned my palms up, testing the silver cuffs around my wrists. Though the cuffs were invisble to any eye but mine, it had taken a long time for my paranoia to ease whenever someone's idle gaze lingered on my wrists. They flexed with my movement, a second skin over my own. Only my trapped... Continue Reading →
"Taesia Lastrider had never considered herself a good person, nor did she have any intention of becoming one. She was fine with that. Beyond the confines of her House's villa, she was freer to do whatever she wanted. Be whoever she wanted.The last breath of summer's heat coiled around her as she shifted in the... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 