The Fire In Her
* * * It was the heat that finally woke Teleros. Brutal and all-encompassing, it crowded into the corners of the young dragon's unconscious mind, scorching his dreams, and charring the half-formed thoughts that were beginning to take shape within....
Human Custom
The bitter month of January was once again upon the land, and a frigid rain fell over the old forest of Paimpont. It was an ancient wood, storied and venerable. Broadleaved oaks and towering, red-dressed beeches stood in quiet sentinel over the...
The Ring
The office was tidier than he'd expected it to be, which still wasn't saying much considering that it was regularly inhabited by, of all things, a rat. A few stacks of neatly organized paperwork- much like what the aforementioned rat labored over now-...
The Shift
There's no dreaming in cryogenic sleep. No real rest for that matter, either. It simply begins and ends, with an indeterminate void where the dreams should've gone, and a vague sense of stasis in exchange for a meaningful rest. When you wake up,...
Flightless Dragons Dream of Falling
* * * At a certain point in their development, all dragon warrens invariably take on the scent of rot. It's a subtle thing, at first: a combination of elements that don't mingle too quickly or all at once. The strongest and most immediate of these is...