His eyes burned as he stared at his mother, who met his gaze with a fierceness he rarely saw, but when he did, he knew a storm was about to break if he so much as blinked the wrong way. It hadn't been his fault. His brother had pushed him. The rest had been mere … Continue reading The Ancient Word
The Magnitude of the Story
I can't get over the magnitude of the story. The highest king in the highest court robed in the highest glory looked out over his vast kingdom and saw a patch of darkness, an enclave of evil within his realm of light. Smoke rose from the spot, smoke from the fires that the king's great … Continue reading The Magnitude of the Story