“We are not here to declare war on these people, Shaden. Not yet. We are here to make a statement.” Their last argument, several months past, had come after one of Goren's flowery speeches, backstage at a small, local town hall - the same as most of their talks had - near the Erisoth/Algacian border, not far from Vesthell. Goren had turned back to ( Read more... )

"Now that we're getting down to it, I'd really like not to die." I felt like I was talking to myself. I might as well have been. The Gator Man was standing across the room, pacing back and forth at the far end of the cabin, bloody machete in hand. I was fully ready to accept the consequences of my actions, mind you; I'd seen enough horror movies ( Read more... )

It was easy enough to mistake her for a child. She stood under five feet tall, with a thin, wispy frame, her silver hair scattered wildly about her shoulders, even after she'd stroked from her face meticulously time and time again. Bright eyes the color of sea foam only served to further frame a picture of innocence, wide with wonder, curiosity, ( Read more... )

Whenever you hear about someone talking about how 'they all look like ants from up here', you always assume they're talking about looking down. Either from a plane, from a mountaintop or like a tall building or something, or maybe even just staring straight down out of the sky themselves (lotta people can fly nowadays, they've been working on that ( Read more... )