Chapter 8: Summer

            That summer Gemaeve and I served our apprenticeship under Speaker La’Turge. Our assignments wore more rigorous than technical. We would spend long hours in the depths of the library hunting rare words of the Quatane. Words almost no one knew, and for good reason. Most of them, you could do without ever knowing and … More Chapter 8: Summer

The Lost

Open window leading to starry eyed ends Dreams of need but never resting I have seen the best of us Staring out screen less expanse Asking why should I walk away Why should I try again   Generations of youths ruined Following the path following the rules Great expanses of nothingness opening before them Wandering … More The Lost