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A Thousand Points of Light shine through the darkness. Willard sat drinking his morning tea. “I don’t think I can get over the idea that Thomass is going away,” said the rabbit. Evening came, and still, the rabbit could not force himself to leave his house. “Perhaps if I don’t…

Parting of Ways: A Tale of Greed Trellis and Tubor stood on the ancient council’s rotunda. “Why must you be so unreasonable?” said Tubor. “You have always been in a hurry. Slow down, or you will race through life with nothing to show at its finish,” remarked his former teacher.…

A Simple Truth Is Not Easy “What is it you believe in,” asked the Snark. “Truth,” I answered. “Truth? There is no such thing as truth. We are fools in a fool’s paradise,” said the creature. “If truth is not real, then what do you call the now,” I questioned.…

Perambulation | pəˌrambjʊˈleɪʃn | noun formal an act or period of walking or traveling through a place or area, especially for pleasure and in a leisurely way.  Asterix needed to get somewhere. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where, so he started walking and soon found himself in the deep woods. “The sounds of nothing surround me,” the…

Greetings from Tainan, Taiwan

Cairn burial tombs are found throughout Britain, Ireland, and Scotland. These magnificent structures are awe-inspiring. One is unique among all the rest and is known affectionately as Acorn. A myth tells of a father who lost his only girl child when, while playing in an oak tree, she fell and broke her…

“Vikings, they call us. I am a Norseman, as have been all my ancestors. We’re no marauding hordes who kill for pleasure. No, we are farmers, fishermen, woodsmen who set out to get what our people need when the need is great,” remarked the dark figure. Gunnarr was the seventh…

“Tomorrow, why did I promise the Squire his new shoes tomorrow?” complained the cobbler. Erasmus gave the cobbler a soft stroke on his leg. “You’re kind, puss, but even your magical touch won’t finish these shoes by the morrow, ” the man muttered. Thurston was the village cobbler; many said…

“Hey, sleepy head, time to light the fire, you lazy dragon,” teased Mystique, the village baker. Trogi was found abandoned in the forest after a torrential rain washed her nest down from the mountains. Fearing the beastie would die, the baker took the baby home. A year later, Trogi acts like…

The war had its victims and prisoners, and Norick’s job was guarding the worst. As a soldier, he was honored to be chosen to keep the foulest scum from returning to battle. “I understand, Mother. I should be on the battlefield, but who will watch these demons? If they should…

“Do you remember when we first came here so long ago?” asked the matron of the miner. “I remember a very nervous young man whose palms sweat and heart raced,” replied Gojeck. “You were so afraid I would feel your wet hands that you kept them in your pockets the…

So long ago, not even the mountains remember a troll who stole another’s bride on their wedding night was banished to the sea forever. Since that time when the moon is full and the fog thick, the sea troll comes to the shore’s edge, begging to return to his home…

“No more today, Bruno. My old fingers can’t take the strain,” said Giovanni. The dog sat up and looked, then lay back down to sleep more. “I pretended I am not old, but the truth is that we are way past our prime. You might say we have one foot…

“Enough! We of the troll clan have kept this secret from the Waldvolker for far too long. Given that fact, the Mörken has somehow come back bringing a horde of Ratlings and a necromancer; I see we have no choice in the matter,” said Oteck. The council of four sat…