🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3

The key fell into the lock as if it had hung there for over a century. Turning carefully, the shadowed figure of Mickey Hallan, a part-time thief and lowly-rung member of a lowly-rung cult, felt every granule of dust rebel against the movement of the lock's tumblers. It needed a jiggle, locks like these always … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3 →

Book By The Old Oak

There’s a tiny story behind every happenstance. A book, diminutive in size, lays open upon the grass in the shade of an oak tree, its pages slowly beginning ruffled by a soft wind drifting past. The pages turn with a flick, then lingering as if held in place by a dreaming reader skimming over a disinteresting … Continue reading Book By The Old Oak →