“Edge enough to shave a Bugbear” -a tale of the Old Crow

A silk shirt torn

Lisa Dale had a problem.

“The Lay of the Grey Guardians”

The Battle from the Deeps

Nerys’s Journal.

Not sure about the date. I still seek to understand this calendar. My people mark time by the changes of the Moon Weaver’s light spun across the courses of the sky.

A World Within your Skull

Cadence to Arms

Red veils swept around her, six lithe and muscular figures dancing nude, save for their taut boots and silk veils. She stripped off her clothing slowly, shamefully, unable to squash that little pie...

Enough Tears to drown in.

## 1 Some time ago She used to fear the ocean. There was always that gibbering animal place inside her, behind the practiced calm and the cultivated arrogance, that could never forget the moment wh...