One more sequel to 'Riding into the dark'. Past is already left behind and the future is not started yet. And you sort of hanging between them...
The Rising Road and the Dragon are, or at least were, existing items. Everything else, however, is fruit of my imagination. The real Rising Road is located in Gan Saker, one of the Jerusalem parks. The dragon-log laid there for many years, I used to say hello to it every time I went there. After writing the story I felt somewhat uneasy and went to visit the Dragon, but found the place ruined. The bushes were removed, the dirt road was covered with asphalt, and the log was gone. I only hope it didn't end up in someone's bonfire. I like to think that my dragon flew away too and one day I'll see it again:)
Sort of seuel to 'Riding into the dark'.
Kind of the 'mantra' of the warrior of light...
Seer speaking about some secrets of his job:)
Your traditional white-and-pretty unicorn, but with a twist. My first more-or-less good self-translation. I wrote this story in Russian some years ago. When I translated it, I changed it a little, to make the world in it more understandable. If you read Russian you can find original story here: http://zhurnal.lib.ru/n/natalija_w_t/predator1.shtml
Some creature, seemingly consumed by evil, but still harbors the seed of good...
Someone just lit a fire beside the road. And firelight attracted lone travelers... I guess it is just as fantasy as not fantasy:)
Hero can change his fate, can he?
In some inn sits a generic old warrior, scars from head to toe, and drinks to erase the line between his glorious past and his sad present...
One of the stories from a series I wrote in Russian.
It was a 'story' for picture ('Coludy night'), written on 'request' of Elfwood artist Anya Kholodova:)
One hot august night I got insomnia. One of the wrost things, that can happen to me is just lieing in the darkness wide awake and thinking! My mind will always land on something horrible, no matter how hard I try to prevent it. So I was chasing my mind in circles, it seemed for hours and was about to give up. And then, like magic image appeared in my mind. Winged ship, graceful as a swan, resting quetly on night-black water... NOTE: The word 'winged' here is to be read as , not , as it normally read. That will give a better sound to the poem.:)
A raggy poem, depressive, as always, not much to say...:)
Basically it's a story about air/storm dragon who is mystically attracted to a human person of high position, possibly of royalty, who wants a different fate. There is no indication if it's man or woman in the poem itself. So maybe the more proper name is 'Stormdragon's Chosen'...
This one is vague translation of a raggy rhyme I tried to put together in Russian. Warning: I didn't check it with speller, so some words may be written wrongly.
One more 'song to wanderer'. This one, 'Farewel to wanderer' and 'By the fire' were ispired by same person...:) This one was written in English, not translated.
A love story of 2 shapeshifters... out of phase. How they met at all?:)) Inspired by 'Ladyhawk' and similar stories.
A poem based on a dream I had once:) Partially inspired by 'A Dream' by Anastasia I-Morn-Gwathren and by 'Unicoen mist' by Andrea Leslie :)))) It's the longest poem I written in English. I'm not sure the end os OK, maybe I'll change it someday:)))
The russian version of this poem was written for a story my friend Loriel wrote, about Elves, leaving the lands of Men and sailig into the sunset. It was not a peaceful departue, in his story Men have really pushed Elves to the ends of the earth and into the sea. So they sailed away in their silvery ships in search of new land...
Again a translated one! It supposed to be a story of a picture coming to life in the magic of starlight:)) I suppose it still needs some editing.
...Imagine evil, so vast and mighty, that even to think of fighting it feels like a sin. Imagine people, living under that evil, trying to please it, to ignore it's doings, to put up with the results. And then one day a preson rises, saddles his horse and goes on lonely suicidal mission put end to it. Later, they may call him a hero...
It's a strange poem... The russian original is just as unfinished as translation or even more... It supposed to be chasing of some dream-beast. Guess what beast it is?:)
The Lost Sword is back! It's a sequel to 'The lost sword' poem:) Nothing can be lost forever. Not if I'm around...:)