“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
The Timeless Tower
…that is not dead which an eternal lie, and with strage aeons, even death may die!