(( I hate my Muse. May she DiaF a thousand flaming deaths. I'm going back to bed. ))

"You know what the damned ironic tragedy in all of this is old man? You knew all along that this would happen and yet you stood there and did nothing. How could you?"

"Choice," the older gentleman answered. "You borne of rage and vengeance don't understand ( Read more... )

The historically observant of my peers know I am a visual oriented person. Given the right sort of inspiration I can weave a (sometimes painfully) detailed description of a place to bring it to life. Ironically I do my best work when it involves non-euclidean thought, such as the alien terrain one encounters in a nightmare, but that when it comes ( Read more... )

Outside I stand the air thick and heady. Wind from the south does not quell the foreboding that creeps across the earth like a bloodied stain. The conditions are perfect for heat-lighting yet nature is frustrated as it clings desperately only to be denied release ( Read more... )

Prelude ( Read more... )

(Apologies to all but the 5 people on this list that will get this.)

"Jaime," sobs Isabella. "Your father... He is dead."

Jaime sighs deeply, "Again?"

"How can you stand this stuff," asks Bleys.

With a chuckle Caine says, "What can I say? Rum is sexy."

"In rumored whispers deep within the Halls of Loyalty comes a tale told by a Seraph who had willingly cast himself into the heart of Hades. Half-mad with guilt and blind by his own hand he waits the ending of time for his misery to come to closure. The tale varies upon whomever is found telling it even if the validity of the statements could be ( Read more... )