The Mount

It always confuses you for the first couple of moments, crossing that invisible boundary between Feyatlas and the Outerlands. Even with your eyes covered by the hood, you can “sense” the change in the air. It gets a little more difficult to move your wings and the sounds reaching your ears are a little muted …

Sanskrit

She was nice enough, this woman with the red hair. Hair so red that when she later put on the green Saint Patrick’s Day hat, she conjured images of a fey princess in my mind; hair red as fire, and a face of beautiful fierceness. She was nice because she asked me to come sit …

The Barber’s Son

His father was a barber. Joey Bowman, his father was a barber and actually owned a barbershop in Placerville, California. Placerville used to be called “Old Hangtown”, to mark the times when they used to hang people for various minor crimes back in the time that gold was discovered at Sutter’s Fort and the real …

The Wandering Mind

Their eyes met when they both reached out to grab the coffee that the Barista had placed on the corner of the counter, his hand briefly covering hers before either of them seemed to know what was happening. Together they looked up at the same time, a look of confusion on their faces quickly replaced …