Richard was humming as he pulled into the driveway. It had been a warm, sunny, almost oppressive day. Gabby lay sleeping like an angel in her seat in the back. And finally, the whole business with Anna was over. They could move on. Richard took Gabby from the back seat and carried her up the […]Read More
Spires stood at the Benevolence’s prow looking ahead. There lay, bleak and foreboding, Demon Isle. In places cliffs rose straight up from the shoreline. In others, rocky beaches gave way to scree slopes. No living thing was in sight. Not even a blade of grass grew on that island
Crossing the mountains
The mist pushed in on all sides. Line of sight was perhaps ten feet. Slowly the army wound its way up the rocky sides of the Barrier Mountains. Each elf in the army kept a close eye on the person in front of him. Losing sight of the person in front of you could easily mean getting lost
Spires looked at the papers on his desk in front of him. Behind him, the noises from the city which had given him his name drifted through the panelled balcony doors. He permitted himself a small, tired sigh. No one was around to notice this lapse in the unshakable exterior he kept up.