On the Trail of the Blue Dragon

On the Trail of the Blue Dragon   ‘Um’m tellin’ ya,’ the drunken lad said. ‘Hew’s right ther’ befor’ m’eyes.’ The chronicler only got a few of these, but years of scurrying the most forgotten places in the world had granted him the magic ears. Any accents, patois, dialects, he could understand. Not that he…

APPRENTICE KING

APPRENTICE KING Saera let down her weapon, laying both hands on the pommel. The golden eagle cowered beneath the weight of her palms, and she eyed the turret closely. She knew he would be there, hiding, as he always did. She could see his eyes piercing the shadows. She hoped he was afraid. She wished…

Sunday Blog Post

“Not for the first time in the history of the universe, someone for whom communication normally came as effortlessly as a dream was stuck for inspiration when faced with a few lines on the back of a card.”  Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad. … My sentiment exactly, as I tried to pen down my very first blog…