The Last Dragon

The Traveler flexed her fingers, clenching into tight fists before slowly relaxing. Her fingers felt raw and hot despite the chill cutting through the worn leather of her gloves. The climb up this twisted mountain had already taken the better part of the day, and the frosty path was hardly better than a game trail … Continue reading The Last Dragon

In the Temple of my Gods

There are times when I step away, from the fleeting march of this life, and fall into the woods of the Deep, a country of clinging fog. Beyond that step is a temple, a labyrinth, a library, the hollow within the eye of a crestfallen artist. The walls are made from the thing of dreams, … Continue reading In the Temple of my Gods