Thursday, November 14, 2019

A Stone's Entrance

The stairs climb down a steep path to an entrance with stone posts and lintel. The walls to the left and right of the path are a tumbled wreck of rock and slag, built to blend with the cliffs around. But the door is there, before you, clear to see. The dry smell of stone hangs in the air, but something else too... 


Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Paths of the Valley

The path yields a broad valley, where tumbled meadows of green wash the feet of towering cliffs. A stone house

No Wound nor Weariness

Driven by their oath to the All Father, the Andanuth, the dwarves take no heed of wound or weariness.

Have You Ever Seen The Rain? - Grace Carras

 My dad was born in 1969. 1969 was Jim Steinman’s senior year at Amhurst College. In order to fulfill the requirements for an independent st...