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First it was the birds that vanished from the cemetery at Moonglow. No song of Thrush or chirp of Chickadee was heard by either day or night. Then the small rodents vanished. Squirrels, rats and mi ...

The setting sun sets the sky ablaze as autumn rain clouds gathered overhead. A chill wind shoves fallen leaves of Oak and Ash across the hard ground of the Moonglow cemetery. A rustling whisper like ...

The fullness of the moon. Such a pleasurable time. The movement of these heavenly bodies from one phase to another compiled with the changing of seasons brings to this world … longer nights. Long ...

This character has been around the Atlantic Shard for nearly two years but no profile of her has ever been posted on these boards. For those of a curious nature ... well … we all know the saying ab ...

A dark shape, cloaked in shadow and appearing as nothing more than a wisp of movement at the corner of the eye, slipped aboard a merchant vessel docked in Magincia. The ship, carrying a cargo of whis ...

Mountains rise.
Shoved up by the violent earth
They form the walls that divide nations.

Mountains fall.
Worn down by wind and rain they become sand
To fill the hourglasses that count down ...

“When an animal is terrified it rears back its head and you can see the whites of its eyes. It does not have to speak for one to understand it plea. Humans are much the same…their eyes get very ...

Time: what an intriguing concept.

When someone asks Avella how old she is (something a gentleman should never ask a lady anyway) she usually says she’s twenty-six years old but has been twenty-s ...

We simply must meet for lunch sometime.

Avella’s nails bit deep into the young man’s flesh as she gripped him from behind. She held him close letting her cold body absorb his human heat. Her right arm pressed around his midsection hel ...

Oh how the evening sang. A cacophony of sounds, scents and voices. Humans and non-humans gathered together for the sake of companionship and polite conversation. How dreadfully quaint. Yet, at the ...

Avella lay entwined in the strong, experienced arms of a Paladin Lord of Trinsic. His well appointed, yet modest, estate sat in a wooded area not far from the walls of the great city. A small reflec ...

Time heals all wounds. Or so the saying goes.
Lives measured in increments of days, weeks, months, years and in some cases centuries, even millenniums.
Time. What an intriguing concept. The hea ...

Avella’s eyes snapped open. With a rasping intake of breath that startled even the Dark Wolf who sat watching the entrance to the lower library and the cells beyond, Avella’s back arched in a man ...

Avella sat in a small out-of-the-way library within the vast complex known as “The Lycaeum.” She had taken one of the large comfortable reading chairs and moved it into a corner of the windowless ...