Part Three: The Fishing Trip
The Eirlund sun peered down on the world. Like a great baleful eye of fire, it observed from on high. Eternally silent, but brighter than any flame that the inhabitants of Verdigris could conjure up. It was an implacable thing, as weak as it was, still...
The Leopard and the Husky
I'm writing this for Xan. Korrado-Xan. This is me giving something back to you, mate, because I want you to keep going on strong. Things'll get better. You'll see. \*brofist?\* (Your stories are still some of my favourites, too.) Just one straw....
A Tribute to Tesslyn
I'll start by saying that this is probably going to be a weird tribute. I'll try not to edit it or retype it if I can really help myself. I feel like, though we never really talked, Tesslyn would be the type to appreciate candour. The Mating Season is...
Portrait of the Autist
The coldest winter never bit so coldly at the young man's flesh, as the winter in his heart did. The organ most often associated with love, compassion, and life was to him, at least, devoid of that symbolism. A whirlpool raged calmly at the open...
Part One: Verdigris
It was dark that night, in Verdigris. The wind blew cold as ice that night, in Verdigris. A boy of nine and ten years died that night, in Verdigris. The wolves howled in the forest that night, in Verdigris. Copper pipes gurgled that night, in...