Category: Fairytale

Part II of The White Roe The curve of her cheek split between panes. She stared past her broken face to the nightworld beyond and its seizure of skeleton trees. They wanted solidity against the black sky and its skirling windhounds who chased anything mad enough to grow beyond the castle and its harbor of…

Alone we conjure companye To stay with us the waning hour; Is not God highest figment of Man’s first solitude? The hunter inspected the parting of the grass. The wind blew through it a song of betrayal that turned his head toward the juniper thicket and would end in a wail and a thump. Sup…