Fledgeling, this is you being thrown from the nest.

Of course you will see the ground comng and ferar, and you will hit the dirt and ache, and think that your father is disappointed in you.

He is not disappointed at you. But he will throw you from these branches until you learn to fly.

[The Doctor [!7]] Right, backstory ( Read more... )

Once, a priest was walking down the road to Yuen-Man when a leopard leapt from the brush and sunk its teeth into his chest. Upon seeing that his victim was a holy man the leopard apologized, but for several days the priest lay near death as he bled his heart-blood ( Read more... )

Rarely do you mourn the passing of seconds. Rarely do we mourn the passing of days. We understand, of course, that a day gone cannot be reclaimed, as you understand that seconds flit irretrievably away, but these are the patterns of our lives: it becomes a flow, a blur, and it is impossible to count every drop of water racing beneath the bridge ( Read more... )

The industry of writing--good writing--aims to make us feel, and the deeper the feeling runs the more exquisite we consider the story to be. But the wide scope of the world writes out fiction as fancy. It's hard to live in a world where we can be shattered and not expected to grieve; people don't give credence to wounds obtained via means of ( Read more... )

I am Raven. I put my beak in the inkwell of the throat and I call out words I find there. I am here to take the stories which abandon you. I am here to pluck fables from the tall grass. You have seen my shadow in every corner of the globe ( Read more... )