Crytal Jungle

Elsewhere… Part II

Acrid smoke made her nostrils raw. Breathless, she stumbled into the glade, landing hard on one knee and gasped for air. Exertion in this place was just another way to …

Images of feather quill, ink and parchment

Discourses

A pen is dipped into the ink and hovers over the paper. The Recorder reads the notes softly: Discourses for the Winter’s Gathering of Souls – Brother Accalon on ‘Ways …

Elsewhere

Somewhere beyond the tall canopy of trees, past the rich fronds, the razor sharp undergrowth and the intoxicating scent of the flesh-nut tree, the sun sets on the last day …

Pronouncement

Black-clad figures draw cloaks about themselves as they hurry across the courtyard to the great hall. Cold winds blow around the chapter precincts, chilled still by the icy remnants of …