A key turned in the lock. The next thing he knew his son had grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. ‘I knew it, Dad, you rat, I knew you couldn’t change. What were you going to do, sell our secrets for some coins?’ He squeezed...
Time leads on and things decay.A the same ‘time’ seasons begin and end. The day begins and ends.Life begins and ends. We are born, and with the breath…We die, and the breath leaves us. Is there a time before life?Is there a time after death? Time continues for those...
Writing Fantasy. What is it to ‘write’ fantasy? Are we fantasy writers living in an imaginary world? Escapists? Refusing to accept a ‘normal’ reality? Yes, all these things. But to me, writing fantasy is as much a representation of imagination...
The North Wind and the elementals some call sprites are real creatures. They bear their names, given by the imaginations of men with pride, and the task they have, to clean up the stale nothingness, with equal force. Their nature is against ours, if we think we are...
