of The Inn of Stormy Nights
Read Part One: When Two Worlds Touch Read Part Two: When Blossoms Fall Upon the Pond Kithrin did not know how long she had been walking in the Between. In this grey space that existed in the cracks where worlds touched, she has no sense of time. Her only marker was the endless mist, punctuated …
An ancient proverb speaks of how, if two people meet when blossoms fall upon a pond, their destinies will echo and entwine with each other. In the spring, during the height of the Empire of Twelve Kingdoms, a young Druadin visited the Imperial capital for the first time, hoping to find answers that even the …
Six years later Starling Swan still found himself attracting trouble. Despite changing his name, in an attempt to keep trouble away from himself, the trouble that a Swan tended to attract still wandered up and tripped the squire more often than not. By this point, everyone across the Continent had heard of the Black Knight …
The Lighthouse contains countless stories that play across time and space, but at the center of all these events is not the Lighthouse as you may think. The center of every event that ever happened and ever will began with love on an island in a crystal sea. The love traveled to a great continent …
Above the clouds, with the stars, sits a lighthouse full of books which wrap around the winding staircase until the tower’s peak hits the ceiling of the universe. At this peak is a light which shines through a window. A long trail of gold which glitters brighter than any pot at a rainbow’s end. Those …
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 …
The Girl and Her Tiger: Wandering Together When the fog rolled over the northern moors, doors were shut and lights went on. A practice designed to keep away the wisps which danced and the voices which talked and led anyone, foolish enough to walk in the fog, far away to never returned. Like the little …
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 …
Of Doors and Stumbling Around in the Dark She had opened the door, expecting light, or at the very least, a light switch. She was here to find answers. Her sisters had said they’d found lanterns when they’d done this. Maybe hers would be in the form of a candle. She’d not seen much …
Seek the Dreamer, my child. When you have sought every last fantasy whispered to the first stars of the night, you will find your way home once more. # The old king stood at the edge of the water. It wrapped icy waves around his bare feet and ankles. Each drag of water covered his …