"Did you see a wagon master pass through here? His name was Geronimo." Sir Reyneth was speaking to a lean man in his upper 30's. Gorbin looked like he hadn't shaved or cut his hair for many months.

This was my snapshot of the moon, and it inspired me to work on another one of my short stories in my series. I should have some time this weekend to start writing it and post it later on, so stay tuned.

The shadowy cavern echoed to the sharp steps of the bipedal being with cloven feet. Burning on the cool floor behind him were the remains of the yellow skin he doffed. With the hind quarters of a midnight

"Come closer, My Darling." Garbed in purple silks to highlight his sulfur yellow skin and crowned with a feathered turban, the Grand Merchant Yaznes leaned forward over the end of his high backed

Beware. This is a fell tale of evil, monsters, and a misguided hero. This story is not for the faint of heart. Witches and warlocks with hearts blacker than coals should have no problems with this lightly

The fullness of reality existed once. To say it was long ago, or that it will happen again in the future is believed by some. The Silent Singers recorded that this era was neither past nor future. Time