Act I
"A Kingdom of Ice and Torrent"
A pail of water wrested itself from oblivion on the deck of the Alfaðir, freezing over like a freshly washed winter porch then shifting to a boiling cauldron of activity and finally seeping outwards as if someone had submerged their arm into it. The water...
recommended by a friend and need to read through it but ill just placehold my interest cuz this seems good anyway
Alright, so having read through it finally, I think I'm going to be doing a sort of Fae/Rome with a fairly different culture from Rome but latin aesthetics. Inter-politics will be a...
Day 4
The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
Seagulls called in the distance, the misty morning was dead quiet with just enough noise to keep any...