“What does it mean to be a worldsmith?” The little girl stood in a dark chamber, wide-eyed with admiration. A tall figure stood before her, silhouetted against the faint light, cast by an old lamp. She leaned over a book, watching the maelstrom that swirled below the chamber. Hints of images and shapes flickered in… Continue reading Crucible of Worlds
Category: Fiction
The Timeless Tower
…that is not dead which an eternal lie, and with strage aeons, even death may die!
The Archives of Ash 