See the witch flying over the Blue Hills up there at the top of the page? See the tops of those black trees? They are part of the Charborr Forest. Soon there will be a story about snow and the Charborr Forest. Dangerous snow. Silent falling, yes, but steady and perhaps unstoppable. Will all of […]
Zootch was a young Prince of Blossom His cleverness fell just short of awesome He hid it, you see And used it to flee The terrors of marriage. He saw some.
Maz of the East has a wispy beard. She’s a greenwing of Rumin. That’s why it’s not weird. She’s in a great hurry to end a great worry. For to see the lost Urprince is a fate to be feared.
From planet Boad to planet Earth is a journey quite amazing. You jump down a Well made of shell, and I’m not paraphrasing. Blackness flings storms of fantastical forms. Your blazed out brain, this I vow, soon it will be crazing.
Nimble Missst’s story will be published soon. This will be the cover. Don’t get into a battle of wits with her. She has a snapjaw mind, you know.
Those are miffens. Yes, I know they look like cats, but if the painting revealed the rest of their bodies, you’d notice right away how extremely not cats they are. For one thing, their bodies are limbless and shaped like plump globes. For another, they float above ground. Most miffens are herders tending to flocks […]
The hills of Clover are nice and green. When both moons are full, it’s a sight to be seen. Square patchy sky, pass swiftly by. Yield redness to evening’s moon gilded sheen.
Oh, see the mysterious Med of the East. Can she really be some sort of beast? She has a green beard. That’s a little bit weird. The rumors about her have never deceased.
Mother (with necklace) Lorelei Lo Daughter (hair parted in the middle) Lovey Granddaughter (somber, wistful) Ambergold M: raised by a Dragon; D: drank from a flagon; G: rode in a wagon. M: collected shoes and pins; D: could not abide grins; G: was the mother of twins. M: had a favorite lamp; D: was the […]
When Amzo was the Queen of Clover her daughter to a Dragon she had to hand over A rescue, it seems, was found only in dreams and a sliver of hope in a magical rover
