Snow started falling months ago. Winter always came early in the mountains. The nights were long and the sunshine short, if non-existent. Several storms came through the mountains covering up the sky and making the days a dull and miserable gray and the stars hidden at night. Even on the Night of Walking, the cloud cover didn't relent. It made the ( Read more... )

The days are getting shorter. The barriers between the living and dead weaken.

I'll be able to see my mother soon.

I've been feeling kinda off. I suppose that's reasonable, giving that my wife and kids were killed recently. Murdered... something. I don't know ( Read more... )

Lorac's gone.

Mel's happy about that. I kinda miss him. Feel lonely now. It didn't hurt so much when he was around. It was nice being able to talk in my own language with someone.

I think I might go home for a while.

I miss being home.

The Inn doesn't feel like home any more.

Maybe somewhere back on my world will feel like home.

Ambassador from Welk coming. Ball because of it. I get to help represent the Trovens. Strangely because I'm the most proper of the lot of us. Greywolf is too forgetful and Laruna will sing when she gets drunk. Which she will.

Who here is surprised that I'm the most proper of the three of us?

Dale!

Why does Mel say that my house is a Smoldering Pit in the GROUND?!

The Inn was quiet at that time of day. It was after the lunch rush and before the dinner crowd. Verra hadn't been in, neither had the kids. The house had been quiet.

Until it exploded.