Hello Lindsey Hankins. Belated "Maligayan Pasko" to you. I hope you enjoy this entry; it was made especially for you. I'm glad you've taken a keen interest in my journal entries. Nonetheless, I'm sure you'll find them very boring ( Read more... )

Day 5 ( Read more... )

I really ought to think of a name for my puppy...strange, he responds to the most obscure names. I was considering Kibeth, in honor of the Disreputable Dog. But while I was reading, I said "Saraneth" en voz alta (out loud), just because I thought it sounded cool; then my puppy responded! I tried it again later, and lo and behold, he responded again ( Read more... )

I think my new puppy will be the instrument of my demise....

+An Extract of the Journal of Idrach the Lesser Necromancer ( Read more... )

Ranna, the first, the smallest bell. Ranna the sleepbringer, the sweet, low sound that brings silence in its wake ( Read more... )

Fool! Your powers are thin hand-me-downs to pit against me. I sorrow that Saraneth and Ranna live only in you and your trinkets. Be still!

Prologue ( Read more... )

Five Great Charters knit the land,
Together linked, hand in hand.
One in the people who wear the crown,
Two in the folk who keep the Dead down.
Three and Five became stone and mortar,
Four sees all in frozen water.

When the Dead do walk, seek water's run,
For the Dead will always shun.
Swift river's best or broadest lake
To ward the Dead and haven make.
If water fails thee, fire's thy friend;
If neither guards, it will be thy end.