I. PearlShe walks before the morning wakes,A breath between the night and day,Her footsteps soft as falling...
In the land of Lirael, where the wind hummed ancient lullabies and the stars whispered secrets to the...
In the far-northern realm of Eldwyne, where the snow fell in rhythms and the trees spoke in sighs, there...
In a forest forgotten by maps and memories, hidden beneath the eaves of ancient trees whose names were...
People say humans are good. I don’t believe them. I have watched them when they thought no one was looking....
There are days when time feels almost tangible.When the past gathers itself like dust motes in the slant...
She smiled and said, “They won’t make sense,” Then let her fingers dance. I watched her pen dissolve...
She walks where shadows kiss the hem of flame,a daughter of the dusk, with storm for soul—the stars have...
I. The PremonitionThere are moments that do not announce their gravity—a look, a breath, a turning leaf—yet...
Kael arrived in Darnel City with the fervor of a cartographer mapping uncharted terrain—anticipating...
The tide rolls in, the tide rolls back, No promises made, no trail, no track. The wind might whisper,...
It comes.That is what it does. Pain. Loss. Time.It does not ask permission.It does not ask if I am ready.It...