The Return of the Traveler King On the eastern shore, a silver-cloaked figure walked to the beat of chilled spray and squawks of puffins. The locals, creeping from their warm beds as dawn poked through autumn clouds, mistook him for a ghost dressed in grey, haunting the red sand shores. He seemed more mist than …
We Were Young Once: An Excerpt from A Work-in-Progress
Centuries earlier, on the western coast of the Continent, the wind blew white foam over the tide. Toward the north where the land jutted out like the white claw of a dragon’s foot, sat a lighthouse. It shone a yellow hand through the ever-present blanket of fog. Scrambling down the hill from the lighthouse, full …
Walk in the Footsteps of Giants: A Short Drabble from the Stormy Inn Series
I moved over the weekend and have numerous creative projects and challenges on the go. I’m living next to the ocean now and all I can think about is imagery and stories with water involved. Nonetheless, here’s another excerpt from my tales from the Inn of Stormy Nights. Walk in The Footsteps The wind blew …