First Mage’s Log The Verdant Plane Day 8                                              The forest is beginning to unsettle me. We have been here such a short time, and already things are falling apart. Our reconnaissance team ran back to camp a day ahead of schedule, screaming like babes fleeing nightmares. Strange to see accomplishedContinue Reading

(First published by A Fly In Amber, November 2009, here reprinted in full. None of the text may be copied or reproduced without written permission of the author.) At the foot of the wall, Nia dug for clams. The smooth gray jewels burrowed away from her probing toes. She scoopedContinue Reading