Simpa stood in Father’s mud shed; she had lost the battle against the rage she felt and now proceeded with her plan with anything but a clear head. Town hall meetings usually ended around sunset so she had till then… Continue Reading
I was blessed to cross paths with Magus Bender a few decades ago. We sat in the lounge with four others. His fingers trembled as he showed his cards. Looking at the stooped magus and his gilded monocle, I felt… Continue Reading
At Rodor’s signal, the executioner swung his axe. It cut through flesh and bone and buried in the wooden block with a vibrating thunk. The sorcerer’s head landed in the dirty street. Rodor gestured with one meaty hand for guards… Continue Reading
Kyva rode into town on the Equinox, rounding on the throughway just as Milan finished deconjuring the holospirits. He’d pulled apart each line of code methodically, to ensure no malware could spawn in their wake, and the shimmering whales and… Continue Reading
The snap of the twig was always the best part. The scent of the dried wood, dead for months now, would rise to her nose. She would inhale its scent, drinking in lost memories of seasons long since passed. The… Continue Reading
Honey, come in, come in. Set yourself down in that old rocker to the side of my bed. It’s good to see a young face around here. Help yourself to a cookie out of that tin if you’re hungry. So… Continue Reading
Lord Dalius burst through the heavy oak doors of his keep, gasping for breath. He’d had to run lest too many people see him in such a state. “That wretched hag!” he shouted into the emptiness. With a quivering breath… Continue Reading
Cobble. Stone. Cobble. Unmph! That’s a back. Snappy’s back. Oops. Another reason for her to send me away. “Sorry,” I begin to sing. “Careful,” Snappy snaps. Snappy’s eyes disappear behind her lids. “You don’t want to get disoriented here, Penelope.… Continue Reading
I moved my tongue, swallowed, and then silently mouthed a few of the odd syllables in the name. I blew air out, inflating my cheeks. I was about as ready as I would ever be. I looked at the stone.… Continue Reading
The candy jar was crushing my brother’s hand. “When will he get here?” Todd whimpered. In the conflict of magical glass vs. college sophomore, the glass was winning. We sat in the corner of my bakery, the Snackdragon, and I… Continue Reading