The Squire found the monster sleeping beneath the splintered shade of a dying willow, deep within the ancient forest. Its poisonous carapace the size of a redwood's trunk, its terrible tendrils slithering like great leeches into the pale and colorless earth. Where once the eft and mew had gibbered with frivolity, there was now only… Continue reading The Monster & The Paige
For as long as he could remember, Jerome Buckle wanted to be a king. "One day," he told the moon, "I will be a king and I will promote you to the rank of sun." He read every book about the dark and middle ages he could get his youthful hands on, supplied by his… Continue reading Do They Play Chess In Heaven?