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Ermea: Home

This is the 8th entry of a 10 parts fantasy series. Emerald: “My love, isn’t this a sentence into loneliness?” Rehema: “What else can we give her, my dear? Akaant has spoken and the signs are clear” Emerald: “As parents, why curse when we should bless?” Rehema: “The gods have spoken! ...Rest.”

By |2021-02-19T04:56:24+00:00July 12th, 2020|Poems|

The Celt’s Friend

The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.

By |2021-02-19T05:13:04+00:00November 1st, 2019|Prose|