Posted by: tesserewhon on: August 6, 2008
The Mountains of Learning It wasn’t any kind of special day when the lord count came riding into our part of the hills to deal with Harra’s child. The weather was fine, and everyone went about their business like usual. There was nothing in the air, no whispers from the spirits to warn us of [...]
Posted by: tesserewhon on: October 10, 2007
“I wish to kill you a little,” River whispers as she clutches hard to his chest. She watches as he starts at the word “kill” but then ripens to the semantic behind the syntax. She slides down his chest, inspecting each inch of skin and running her fingers over the ripples she sees causing ripples [...]
