Shadows twitched across the cellar, total darkness held back by a lone candle set upon a crate. A soft hiss whispered and a blade drew forth, reflecting and spilling the light over a stack of burlap sacks. The blade made a shallow cut in the third sack, spilling grain to the cobbled floor. An olive skinned hand reached in and withdrew a sealed ( Read more... )

With all sorts of stuff going on in our lives, I think a look at each of us is a good idea. So I poked at people.

( Interview with David. )

I tried write or die, scary stuff! But it worked. :D

This story occurs during Dryad Eyes, by David "Geran" Atkins, but before Broken Hearts, by Amy "Porthos" Hunt, and Wendi "Arimus" Borneman Halstead.

( The Call of the Wild )