I've always loved any imagery, visual or verbal, involving the moon, and a red moon, in particular. Then I was finally truly inspired by it. This story went from initial idea to written product within 25 hours, a personal record.
This is a relatively old story telling the story of how Diana, Dorland and Spudge met the gypsy Droof. I am now in the process of changing the story since now I have decided that Droof and Spudge knew each other before hand and met the other two together. Oh, and yea, Droof is not a gypsy name, and it is not his real name either. It's a nickname, just like Dorland's name and Spudge's. Droof's real name is Drayven.
This is a song from »The Ice Flute«, sang by Key when they get to a mountain range called the Glowing Highlands, which is what became of the dragons when they ... left.
Little introduction can be found for this. It is something I wrote some time ago and edited a bit to make it more lively. It was an interesting idea, and I hope I'll have the inspiration to continue it sometime.
I wrote this for school, hence the stupid title, it's pretty cool, it's a fantasy about the end and the beginning of the world, it's got some angels and demons etc.
Garroway is a were-dingo. This is to say, he used to be a normal dingo, with a mate, a section of territory, pups, and the job of helping raise them. One night, something attacked and bit him. The next full moon, the poor feral dog found himself a man. He now tends to stay in a hybrid form. But that's just the beginning. A roleplay character of mine, the gallant coward, scholar of poetry and literature, and thorough rogue often takes to spouting bits or whole compositions of poems, songs, or rhymes in response to everyday happenings, or to entertain. Much of his poetry rhymes. Almost all, in fact. And, since it's done within the bounds of real time roleplaying, I come up with it on the spot, and generally very fast. This 'song' was in response to a dryad character asking for a song, Garroway asking her to name a subject, to which she answered - surprise - a tree. I took that and ran, and the result is what you see below.
William Teo, whose wonderful art you can see in gallery 71, asked me to write a story about his RPG character, Karezael Silvernight. The details he sent me sparked up my imagination and William liked the result. So here it is, a look into the character of a half-drow that's both a deadly opponent in battle and a kind hearted soul.
This poem is the revised version of an old spring color song I wrote called 'Violet (Faerie)'... the meter is a little funky at the end, but I don't really care.
This is a story I decided to write when I was looking around at ancient and medieval weapons online. I saw an old Japanese katana called the 'Black Dragon'. I thought 'that would make a good plot for a story!' So I did a little research for a few weeks, and got to work. I think it turned out better than I thought it would, too.
Two pieces of memory... one short, short section in a David Eddings book about Garion meeting a young serf boy who plays a flute... Eddings *never* made any mention of that incident, which I believe to be some of his best ever writing, encapsulated in ... two paragraphs? It deserved a story of its own. The second is of a picture by my good friend Zaril that was sort of a nonsensical representation of the sun choking a boy. I thought it deserved a story, as the sadness is there, and begging to be told of... Note that there is nothing by either Eddings or Zaril in this work... :D
I really like this crow, and I like her way of naming things. When I wrote this chapter I decided one day to write a whole book on crows like these, and now, in my opus magnum »Cobweb City« I've got a girl who learns how to change into a crow - and becomes more and more like a crow ...
Emillia, a mermaid who has never seen above the surface, ventures up to see the sky...and never returns below the surface because of it.
We return to the storyline with Ghil and that lot. Another Lidare comes into the picture.
This is the first scene to the second revision of my novel. I am extremely happy with it, I must say. I think this particular revision is a keeper.
This is the beginnig of the first novel I ever completed. It's got 400 pages all in all, and I'm quite certain I'll NOT translate the whole book, nor put it into the Wyvern's Library as a whole. But I hope you'll like the bits I offer ...
Now they finally set out for a quest ... and here is the connection to the book's title! This is what happened to me: One morning I woke up and knew I had to find a Flute made of Ice - so I thought up three more impossible instruments and made a book about it. I found the picture of Wing in Lothlorien, gallery 154, by Cally G. Steussy, and she kindly permitted me to use it. Thanks, Krylanyas Cyranrad!