In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.
Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
Wizard is as wizard does.
Most humans know better than to cross a wizard. A cat does not care.
Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.
When in doubt, follow the senses of beasts.
The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him...
Wolf Star shines on wintry high;Gazing northward by and by.Ice and snow on shorelines lie;Wind and spirits haunt the sky.
The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.
Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home.
She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.’The power to heal is the power to destroy,’ she said with the faintest smile.
Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with the gold-green eyes of a wolf, were almost as unnerving to...
Innocence crafts its own demise.
Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone.
Tortured Soul 101: The depth of despair one experiences during the creative process (as experienced say, in an abysmally blank page or canvas) is directly proportional to the scope and power of the work that...
The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us.
If you are in doubt about what’s balanced, look to the natural world. Animals know the right paths.
Hemlock’s attentions had not only healed Aelfric’s body of its wounds but also given him curious sensitivity. Aside from the voice in his mind, he felt things in the natural surroundings: the presence of beasts,...
The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias.
My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart’s in...
Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
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