In the days after the Empire fell, when the magicians and barbarians went to war over the ruins and tore the land apart with sorcery...
A Shadow of a Man
The Nowhere Door
There is a door in the woods that leads to nowhere...
The City in the Pale Mist
Mists hang, heavy and white, over the quiet of the Empty City.
A Heavy Rain
It rained earth this morning.
Things that come in the Post
There is an old postbox by the edge of the woods...
Lucy
When she closes her eyes, she can still hear the drip of the transfusion, can feel the needle piercing her skin...
When We Look at the Stars, We See Them as They Were
On the last world of a distant and lonely system, there was a circus made of light.
Mind Your Head
It's not the height you have to worry about when you pass through the gate, it's the angles. They aren't quite right (not euclidian enough, they say, though we have tried our best) and people have been known to go mad at the sight of them and at the glimpses of what lies beyond, outside... Continue Reading →
The Road Through the Wilderness
There is a strange road that runs through the wilderness. Beside it lie the troll-lands where the trolls sleep as stone by day and walk by night, the barrow-mounds where dwell the unquiet dead, the wildwoods full of snarling wolves and wild, and the river where lurk the merfolk and the river-spirits.
The Abbot’s Afternoon Off
It would be five hundred years that Thursday since the monks had begun their long watch of the Sleeper Who Must Not Wake, keeping up a constant chant and a constant vigil. Since in those five hundred years (give or take a day), the Sleeper had done nothing of interest and shown no sign of... Continue Reading →
