Cast in Bronze
They spoke of her in whispers; if at all. Her name was a curse they feared, her story too full
Author: Wren
Little Soldier Boy
“Why are you doing that?” “Training.” “What are you training for?” “Revenge.” The old man tsked, and shook his head, and
The Lighthouse Keeper
My uncle Tobin taught me to believe in magic. I’ll never know if he understood the effect he was having,
Kaleidoscope Eyes
If my body is an illusion I choose to banish it. I deny every sharply intaken breath, the effect of your
Black as Ebony
Well, it’s that time of year again. I’m working on my annual Solstice novella, which means I’ve got no time
On a Red String
We wrap our prayers in red string. What is it, I wonder, about red? Red flags on the branches of
A Change in the Air…
Wow. I can’t believe it’s been two and a half years of Lucid Dreaming. Two and a half years of (mostly)
The Monster
He lies on the floor, a stake through his heart, and my own does not flutter. I am not afraid,
Magic
People write about magic a lot; but they don’t write about how it feels. I guess that’s because they think
In a Gallery at Midnight
It’s my face. I don’t know how I can tell. Her features are obscured, just impressions of lips and nose.