…such are the dreams of youth, too gloriously stupid to realise what cannot be done.And without those dreams, how should we ever accomplish the impossible?

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder...

It was frightening, this new clarity of vision: but I felt free at last to know darkness as the other side of light, and that both were needed for sight.And with that thought—it was almost...

It might be well enough to wander if you’ve a place and people to come back to, but I tell you now there’s no desolation like wanting to go home and truly not knowing where...