Your mom speaks of eating disorders in the next room, and your dad waves...
Once, long ago, the elf Maerzadí had a premonition that he would accidentally kill his son in battle. Rather than live to see it happen, he committed suicide, saving his son, and at the same time proving that the future isn’t set. Short of killing...
Ten years later, Alyssa has just graduated and is beginning her new life at collge, all the while battling midterms, not having a boyfriend, and simply finding her place in the world. She also cannot dream.
That's when the strange things begin to happen. A man, claiming to be her childhood friend, disappears in the middle of the library, a girl who looks exactly like her has assumed her life, and a rogue magician known only as “The Dream Merchant” appears to offer her the chance to return to the dream she left behind and piece together her world before it shatters completely. More info...
Partner-piece to Gray Snow, Black Mist.
The Earth makes its final stand in the face of extinction
Yet sometimes, even the best is not enough
Summary: You have spent seventy years away from home, seeking to stave off the darkness, only to have those whom you love best seized from you. After suffering great loss, you have hardened your heart rather than face sorrow head on. Returning to your home after a long and bittersweet journey, the sight of a single flower sets your well-constructed defenses aflame and you must learn to dwell in happiness. If you wish to survive the encroaching war, you must learn that love is more powerful than grief and joy is more powerful than bitterness.
More info...Summary: 'Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Though courage has left me,
My love is still true.'
He needed to make amends with himself.
She needed to find someone to confess.
He was exiled.
She was adored.
'And though violets are blue,
And roses are red,
It’s not love that we fear,
But rejection we dread...'
Saphira/Thorn
With an insatiable hunger
It's hard to deny
The Edit is ruthless
Both wicked and sly
So who's to deny
The foul best its story
Can it ever be tamed
Be brought down from glory?
Summary: It was… a beast that could quail the bravest of hearts in a look, devouring whole ships in one fell swoop. Its eyes were reminiscent of death, a misty gray against the midnight-blue hue of its scaly flesh... Men babble tales constantly of its wrath, and the anger of a demon to inflict such an unstoppable creature upon our lands… Three dragons have been drowned by it, left to wash up as mangled corpses onto the shore, their riders absent… dozens of ships have been sunk to its blood-coated jaws… For arise there a cry ‘serpent’ on the deck… and men drop to their knees in awe and terror…
- Excerpt from The Serpentine Menace
More info...Will you dream?
Every person is connected by our unique, precious ability to dream, to wonder, to ponder every mystery of the world. Some choose to ignore it, others fear to waste time, and so dreams go unheeded. But those who dream reap great rewards. Dreams inspire, and yield the most outstanding results of all when pursued. Everywhere, dreams exist--
But are you willing to dream?
A poem-story about dreaming, and how we must first accept to enjoy the marvels of it.
More info...What is a muse?
That little inspiration in your head, simply waiting to be found and provide you a story. For every author, you have your muse--or muses. Whatever inspires you to write. Your muse is not always there; sometimes it leaves, and sometimes it doesn't return. Your muse is not always heard, either.
During the dark times of silence for the muse, we know it as Writer's Block. This is the poem-story of a muse, and how writer's block affects it.
More info...Summary: The world was not once as it now is. Power surged unbound throughout Alagaësia. But such times have passed and are long since forgotten...
Among those disciplined in the remembrance of things past, it is well-known that as time progresses, truth becomes clouded by the exaggerations of storytellers, legends fade into ancient memories, and that which we should remember is far too often forgotten. As history becomes legend, and legend becomes myth, we labor against the opinions of the masses stirred by the winds of change, which blow about even the most skilled of minds. Above all, we scholars, recorders of the world, must without exception tell the truth…
~ excerpted from Tome I of Heslant’s Truth, or as the Elves have it, Domia abr Wyrda, (The Mastery of Fate).
All is fading. Before the coming of the elves, before the dawn of the age of the Riders, the Shades of Vroengard seek domination over the inhabited regions of Alagaësia. They hunger for life, power and blood, devouring whatever they can grasp. Only one race dares openly defy them, the Arget of the Spine, whom history will remember as the Grey Folk.
Taking the fate of the world in their hands, the fast-fading Arget work an enchantment greater than any before. In the hands of Kuthian, long an exile from his race, is placed a stone. A stone whose power will determine the history of Alagaësia for years to come.
This is the story of Kuthian's Stone, first of the tales of Blodh Arget, the legends of the Silver Blood.
*IMPORTANT* - Yes. this is an Alternate Universe fiction! If you disagree with my portrayal of Alagaësia, then I am fine with this. In my view, however, the Inheritance Cycle, is a classic example of history told by the winners. My entire purpose here is to make you think. *END TRANSMISSION*
More info...I know that I’m supposed to be all ‘woe is me’ and weepy and whatnot, but honestly, I’m almost glad that that stupid foot-soldier stuck his sword in my gut.
Murtagh's last moments--reflecting upon his life in a brief one-shot.
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