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 →
"I felt it before I saw it. My nerves twitched, and my flesh tingled as if at an enroaching storm. I was looking at myself. A far better version of me, of course: all changelings are more beautiful than the human beings they substitute, and in my case that wasn't hard. The prisoner was well-grown... 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 →
“Stories had to have beginnings, which meant someone had to be where they were beginning, or there was no purpose to them. She was just at the beginning of a story, that was all, and this was perfectly possible.”-Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear by Seanan McGuire It feels impossible that I’ve just read the... Continue Reading →
“Alia would never forget her first visit to the San Tamculo Zoo, eyes so wide on those vivid colors, those mesmerizing feathers. She forgot how much she hated school field trips. She forgot about holding back tears when none of her classmates wanted to sit with the nervous, quiet girl who kept to herself at... 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 →
Of Worlds Forgotten 