There was an age of fire. It became so hot that it burned the first mother, even as she shielded her young from the inferno. [Read more…] about The Stone Mother
creation
The Book of Worlds
The man on the bench finished the edge of the last beak, touched up the shadow on a nape, and put down his pencil. The boy who was watching him slid closer and leaned in. The man tucked his pencil into a coat pocket. The coat had frayed cuffs. The hand had three fingers and one thumb. The boy nodded approval, and the man took a deep breath. [Read more…] about The Book of Worlds