I lie in wait Bow in hand To kill the terror That stalks the land The armored monster The giant beast That shatters stalls And scatters peace A fog surrounds me Cold as death But is it fog... Or the dragon's breath?
Adelen stared into the bed of ferns for a long few seconds. The child was asleep. Wisps of dark hair fell over his forehead, the evening sun gleaming on his olive-tinted skin. Snuggly swaddled in a rough, brownish cloth, the baby seemed perfectly comfortable. Soft hiccups -- the sound that had stopped Adelen on the … Continue reading The Foundling: Second