This fragment was found by King Hawkins of Lauralia, whose passion for finding and preserving history became widely known, both during and after his reign. He created the position of Royal Chronicler, which he awarded first to his scribe, Young Lord Elron of the Eastern Woods, only two years after his coronation as king.
For all those who have lived through rose coloured glasses.
Number... page... chapter... something one... I haven't decided yet. Unless you count the prologue as one, then this will be two, but for now, I'll uh... go away.
James discusses Godhood with the god of hidden things. Corym shows James around and asks an extremely disturbing question.
A write up of some history of a book I have written, it tells of how an important character becomes what he his.
Gwyneth's father is long in coming and the local Laird grows less kind.
'And it's always a roller-coaster ride, when you've been born destined in the sky....'
This is where is gets juicy. ^_^ Ah, I love it when things heat up!
Qala is forced to make her first kill despite her reluctance. The beginnings of this meeting with a certain demon are captured here, with much more to come. Once again, constructive criticism is welcome!
Just a random thing that came to me whilst I was writing my Celtic myth, despite that the only way they connect is that they're myths!
This is a story on Ash or Nion for Jenna Morgan's Celtic Challange - The following part of this description was written by Jenna Morgan and posted with her permision. Come, traveller, step softly on the road. The green hills rise around you, grey in the gathering twilight. Can you hear the music in the mist, the fiddles and the flute? Tarry not on the highway. Turn your eyes away from those pale dancers by the water's edge, with their green silk ribbons. For if they catch you in their coils, 'twill be a year and day before you come home again. And only then if you pay their price... ...for your freedom, a tale....
Imagine you are atop a lonely hill in the middle of the desert just at moonrise. Suddenly you are transported into a realm of myth and magic. You fall under a deep spell...
High on a hill somewhere in mythical Greece, stands a lifeless old tree. Somehow its form seems to contain the image of an old woman. Passing below its leafless limbs is a well-worn pathway. A rounded stone seat fits into the spreading roots, and a dried-up water pool shares space with the stone. Was she enchanted? What enchanter has changed these forms? A fellow Lothlorien artist has illustrated this poem with one of her drawings. Please visit Joumana's gallery to view her wonderful rendition! http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/lothlorien/artists/joumana/joumana.html
In this next installment of the Vampyre Song series, Verdagu begins to tell of Vampire perception of creation.