Gellert is outside and as he is easily bored he is fooling around idly with his magic, not caring who sees him ( Read more... )

"Ooohhh."

With a heavy sigh, Favrielle lets herself fall in a comfortable chair, enjoying every bit of cushion against her stiff body. She spent half a day working without a break -- it always happens when she's intent on finishing something -- and all that she'd like to have now is a cup of strong scented hot chocolate and a long nap.

"Anything ( Read more... )

The mountain thrusts up before them like a knife: its peak is silver with ice and sunlight, but the lower slopes are the dull red of dried bloodstains. The path runs before them, narrow and twisting and treacherous, the climb up the steep mountainside sends the horses struggling and sliding toward the darkness beyond the cliff. Snow dusts the ( Read more... )

In the life of a witch there is no afterword. She was dead, dead and g...wait.

Elphaba pants heavily. There's no stone beneath her feet, but wooden, shaky ledges and she can feel thick drops of water digging into her skin. One would think Dorothy's bucket emptied by now. But is she dead? It wouldn't surprise her if divinity chose to mock her ( Read more... )