Sea micro fic #4

Mer maid mothers never quite become accustomed to the whales taking their children at birth. Their breasts still swell and harden with milk; their scales still dull with grief. Their life mates (male, female, or otherwise) attempt to comfort them only to be beaten back by razor sharp claws and fins as hard as steel. … Continue reading Sea micro fic #4

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Bly the Necromancer 

Bly would not say his craft was magic simply because he did not believe there was anything other than magic. He believed in chaos, and he believed in will, and he knew that mixing the two could produce interesting results. To be a necromancer, one must have an intimate knowledge of one's self. One must … Continue reading Bly the Necromancer