The loneliest ones,” said Almi. She accepted that title; they were the loneliest. The elf gloomed.

Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly.

She could have rambled with all the fervor of a woman who had loved one entity for longer than most races live, and with the inviolable, unquestioned certainty found in dementia. There were references dated...

♫ Climbed that roost, alighted right there. Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare. Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear. ♫

Two coconuts dropped beside him. Each went about its death throes with a slight bounce and languorous crawl then fell still.

Deception was an inherent trait of intelligent beings. Even his love, in her ample ardor, would weave him a guilty lie for his own good. And he treasured her just as well for those tales...

Unnatural, unorthodox, amoral: those pretensions crumble when confronted by true happiness. You shouldn’t give another the authority to draw a line defining the boundaries of acceptable joy.

You aren’t falling apart. You’re well beyond that. You’re just rattling along now. Elven dolls doing what little you can to gather the pieces as they fall away. But you don’t know how to properly...

If the years have taught me one thing it’s that those who care are always scarce. Those who genuinely care; not the acquaintances, false friends or those with similar aspirations. The few who seek your...

She murdered for her truth, and they had died for theirs.

There is a duality to darkness known only to those who’ve been infected by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths...