Jelleneth stood staring out at the blighted scar that crawled across the length of the Eversong woods. A constant, painful reminder of the loss her people had so recently suffered, a lingering proof that no matter how much they might rebuild, how much energy spent in regrowth, they could never truly reclaim the life they enjoyed before the Scourge ( Read more... )

Woke yesterday morning to discover that the plate of muffins I had left out to cool had vanished along with the honey glaze I had hoped to apply to them and the bag of candies I had planned to use to turn the muffins into tiny turtles for Haken. A quick search around the ship turned up the plate, the empty jar and the shredded bag exactly ( Read more... )