“Your father’s soul is at stake.”
Tag: fantasy
This Textured Darkness, #9
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
This Textured Darkness, #8
The white rock was now gray, splashes of Tianne’s tears in stark relief.
This Textured Darkness, #7
In accordance with the clomping of the horses’ hooves, the farmer breathed, “Pigs . . pigs.”
This Textured Darkness, #6
The stranger was of slight build and indeterminate years, clad simply in a blue robe.
This Textured Darkness, #3
“Let us hope the birds have enough privacy to breed!” roared the King.
This Textured Darkness, #2
The bird suddenly seemed negotiable.
This Textured Darkness, #1
A space of time illumined by vision . . .
This Textured Darkness, The Myth
Spirits beneath a star-strung sky
Carries a woman with tears in her eyes.
Introducing, This Textured Darkness, a fantasy
We either connect with the work or we don’t because the character has been endowed with life, and life has the power to draw others into the nature of its reality.
