Archive for January, 2007

Why I Can’t Sleep

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

  Hypnos. A vengeful bastard, if ever there was one.     "Hypnos is a gentle and benevolent god who sometimes takes the form of a singing bird, sometimes that of a winged youth or old man. He carries a drinking horn, from which he pours sleep-inducing opium. He is most beloved of the ...

Tiny Dancer 1

Sunday, January 7th, 2007

There was a time, so very long ago, when a King decided that no one should dance in his Kingdom. He wasn't a cruel King. In fact, his people loved him so much that when he decreed one day that "Dancing, in all forms, shall be outlawed, forthwith, and forsooth!" they, hung their heads ...

Tiny Dancer 2

Sunday, January 7th, 2007

  Beneath the heavy flagstones of the Kings Throne room a light was shining. It was dim, and flickering and threw only enough warmth to let anyone who was watching see two small figures sitting by the table it stood upon. Before them, a small fireplace was flickering the red dying embers of a wood ...

Tiny Dancer 3

Sunday, January 7th, 2007

  Damione was fast asleep, snoring gently in his bunk across from Gracie's' little bed. The room was dark now, the only light coming from the pinpricks of red glowing embers that came from the fireplace. As she watched the last dying stars of the fireplace tumbled into one another, flared briefly, and then quenched ...

Tiny Dancer 4

Sunday, January 7th, 2007

                High on the highest turret of the castle, Dromad, the black crow picked at his stone black feathers with an old, cracked beak, momentarily letting his piercing gaze fall from the splintered window that looked down over the great hall. Righting himself, he flustered his long narrow feathers and peered back into the scene ...