The Crown of Fools, Chapter Twenty-One

Petka Fawcett woke up no more or less exhausted (spiritually and physically) then when he dropped into the hex-coma, which made sense in that he currently inhabited a land where nothing really added up, and you couldn’t take two steps without bumping into an anachronism or timeline contradiction. Once Finnen awoke, the four’s movement was […]

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The Crown of Fools, Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen As it turned out, and much to Petka’s surprise, unicorns were (as promised) real and plentiful, resembling majestic white horses with a shimmering mane and silvery tail, and indeed (as the legends had said), had a twisting horn protruding from their skull– golden in color and undoubtedly magical. “You like them, Fawcett? Take […]

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A Case for Keeping Crimson

Our Lives are painted pictures Of this, we can be sure But such a waste of Crimson When spilt upon the floor. I can hear you’re cloaked in sadness For I have lived there too And it seems your heart is broken (As hearts are wont to do) So please consider this now , If […]

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The Crown of Fools, Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen “Long ago, before ‘Peace Cry’ territory even existed, there was an enormous and highly developed civilization-“The Split City” as it was known. It was surely something to behold- all towering spires, bound to each other by bridges– and somehow they took a slice of ocean, and placed it just below the tallest apartments, […]

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Fool’s Estate

I stumbled upon this little Drinking Song in a small, brightly lit pub about two days walk from the coast. The village I had wandered into seemed entirely asleep, until I saw the beacon of light shining on the broad main, cobblestone path (street is too large a word). The beacon, of course, was the […]

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Companion Guide to Anondendron

There’s a place I’ve visited… The place is Anondendron; it is not gone, but elsewhere. It seems real enough in my memories at least, a bit when I am in the bitter cold because that’s where my feet first met the land, and I warmed my numbed fingers against the grate of a meager hearth. […]

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