A poem about the Fey and a chance encounter... about prompt: summer haze. :D
Beware they who come at midnight, for they be tricksters, liars, and thieves of thy soul.
Game on, I grinned. Playing with words was my favourite kind of game. When I saw the neighbourhood, I agreed immediately, much to my chagrin a couple of days later. Being a fantasy writer, food and c...
Never forget your treat of Three.
Or forever lost in the wood
you be!
Every four years the spirits of the pit in the center of Mirrorsing awaken, choosing a total of 16 teenagers to take as apprentices and train them to become nymphs, watching over their element.
I hope everyone finds this as beautiful as I do. Try to see the poem. It'll help.
A poem about the Fey and a chance encounter... about prompt: summer haze. :D
Beware they who come at midnight, for they be tricksters, liars, and thieves of thy soul.
Game on, I grinned. Playing with words was my favourite kind of game. When I saw the neighbourhood, I agreed immediately, much to my chagrin a couple of days later. Being a fantasy writer, food and c...
Never forget your treat of Three.
Or forever lost in the wood
you be!
Every four years the spirits of the pit in the center of Mirrorsing awaken, choosing a total of 16 teenagers to take as apprentices and train them to become nymphs, watching over their element.
I hope everyone finds this as beautiful as I do. Try to see the poem. It'll help.