I have been working on a story from the prompts you kindly gave me, but this working full time cuts into my writing time. However, the people who played along and suggested things that are appearing in the story will probably get to see the first draft later this week ( Read more... )

This story started with Feather-Blessed, and continued with Feather Dreams.

The feather spreads its magic wide
And spends its substance
A scant nub returns to the Record Book
To write, “Grace Stella” in two colors
Perplexing the Aerie Keeper
Grace felt huge, stretched wide and strange, in the wonderful, colorful cloud of magic. The sparks tingled and ( Read more... )

Before I head to bed, to be rested for the temp job, I wanted to get this posted.

For my new friends and readers, Fireborn starts here.MIST ( Read more... )

Welcome to my new readers. Fireborn starts here: Wings on His Fingers.
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DRAGON

When he had finally found her-or, more accurately, when she found him, Orchid had looked so sick and miserable, he could barely credit that she could still fly. Windborns were always slender; now she was past gaunt to skeletal, her boniness ( Read more... )

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The feather drifts down from the sky,
riding the thermals,
tossed north and east in turns by the crosswinds,
heading toward a tiny wooden pier.
It's tinted gold and orange by the sunset.
“What do you think it would it be like?” Grace kicked her feet, her toes barely skimming the cool water of the lake, but her eyes were on the sky. She spread her ( Read more... )

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