“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
Tag: Short Stories
I saw her for the first time through the window of a seedy tavern of a port town I’d never heard of… a little girl with a strange trinket around her neck. She stood idly by an abandoned building and appeared, to my inebriated mind, to be staring straight at me. My curiosity had been… Continue reading Repository Nihil
The Timeless Tower
…that is not dead which an eternal lie, and with strage aeons, even death may die!
Skeletons at the Apothecary
It was not that she did not want more skeletons in her closet. It was simply that there was no room left for more.