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The Wrench Hand

“Miss Abigail, a moment of your time?” “Abby. By Gear and Gadget, do I look like a nob? ‘m a wrench hand, you can drop the blasted misses.” “Abby. I was just wondering what exactly it is that the… wrench hands do in the Spiral?” “What does it look like we do? Pick daisies? We […]

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The Captain of the Gaze

“Captain Lupine, I’ve been told that you’re the one in charge of the Gaze, the local law enforcement unit. Is that correct?” “Yes. You would be the recently arrived journalist, snooping around already.” “Reporting, Captain. Reporting. Misinformation is a dreadful thing.” “Granted. But so is rumor-mongering. You have five minutes. Speak.”  “It seems to me […]

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Returning to the Spiral

“It’s been a year since I joined Captain Gearsworth’s crew as they left the Spiral. A year of journeys, flight, adventure and experiences such that I could not reliably scribe them for the fear of scandalizing my audience to death.” “One year and here I am again, stepping onto the Spiral. I knew I would […]

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Just Be

They’re always there, fluttering. Thoughts, hopes, fears. What-ifs of past, paths of the future. Choices, estimations, considerations, re-considerations. Neverending. Tempting, condemning, promising, despairing. They can feel like a burden, a swarm around you, never giving you a moment’s peace, drawing you in different directions, pulling your steps from one side to another, turn from your […]

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Just Be

They’re always there, fluttering. Thoughts, hopes, fears. What-ifs of past, paths of the future. Choices, estimations, considerations, re-considerations. Neverending. Tempting, condemning, promising, despairing. They can feel like a burden, a swarm around you, never giving you a moment’s peace, drawing you in different directions, pulling your steps from one side to another, turn from your […]

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Keep Walking

“Of course we come out at daytime as well. No, the sun does not really burn us. No, we do not turn to stone at the touch of sunlight.” “Parasols are convenient though, even on beautifully soft and cloudy days. …no, not because of the sunlight, didn’t you listen a word I said? They’re convenient […]

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Keep Walking

“Of course we come out at daytime as well. No, the sun does not really burn us. No, we do not turn to stone at the touch of sunlight.” “Parasols are convenient though, even on beautifully soft and cloudy days. …no, not because of the sunlight, didn’t you listen a word I said? They’re convenient […]

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The Violet Vision

It is all about the vision. Do you see in the dark? Do you see the sights in the night? Do you see the pathways, the dance, the invitation? Do you see where it all leads? Are you one of the dark-dwelling folks, the ones who hiss at daylight and awaken truly at night? Do […]

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The Violet Vision

It is all about the vision. Do you see in the dark? Do you see the sights in the night? Do you see the pathways, the dance, the invitation? Do you see where it all leads? Are you one of the dark-dwelling folks, the ones who hiss at daylight and awaken truly at night? Do […]

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Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and […]

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Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and […]

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Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say […]

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Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say […]

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The Kitten and the Tree

Miss Flufflepaw knew she shouldn’t go alone into the Faery Court, all the other Fang Fairies had told her it was too dangerous. “There’s wicked Unseelie there and they often like to pull the tails of dinkies and splash you right into the water from the air!” But there she was, right at the ginormous dual […]

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The Kitten and the Tree

Miss Flufflepaw knew she shouldn’t go alone into the Faery Court, all the other Fang Fairies had told her it was too dangerous. “There’s wicked Unseelie there and they often like to pull the tails of dinkies and splash you right into the water from the air!” But there she was, right at the ginormous dual […]

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Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might […]

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Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might […]

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The Return of the Faire

“Greetings, mortal. It is time. It has taken us more than twelve cycles of your moon to return, but the Fairelands are finally back in your realm.” “The journey back to this plane is always perilous; fraught with chaotic magic and unseen dangers, tests of nature and strength. Tests of perseverance and faith.”  “Sometimes we […]

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The Return of the Faire

“Greetings, mortal. It is time. It has taken us more than twelve cycles of your moon to return, but the Fairelands are finally back in your realm.” “The journey back to this plane is always perilous; fraught with chaotic magic and unseen dangers, tests of nature and strength. Tests of perseverance and faith.”  “Sometimes we […]

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Rabbit Day

It happens every spring: bunny girls appear out of nowhere, wandering around with mysterious baskets with eggs. Are they planting or are they harvesting, one might wonder. Which was first, the bun or the egg? Do they plant the eggs in spring to be harvested as baby bunlings later? Are they responsible for bun-population’s growth […]

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