The Winter Winds
In the stories, the talecrafters associate Winter with death. When we call a person cold we mean blank, emotionless, cruel.
Author: Wren
Been a Long Time (long time)…
Hello my lovely Wrenlettes, As most of you are aware, my novel Command the Tides came out this month. That
In the Beginning
In the beginning, there was man. Which, of course, is completely nonsensical. If life comes from woman, shouldn’t woman come
Railroad Track
Maybe it’s ‘cause they’re going somewhere, and I’m just standin’ still. Maybe it’s ‘cause the sound they make fills me
Cast in Bronze
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Black as Ebony
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On a Red String
We wrap our prayers in red string. What is it, I wonder, about red? Red flags on the branches of