The hill crested gently, practically parallel with the sighing waves that gilded the horizon-line. The dry heat of summer was slowly winding to a close, the heavily golden fruits of autumn hanging off gnarled branches like lanterns, weighing down the air. The world was preparing for a long-awaited sleep, settling in resignedly to the faded mist of twilight. The end of a grand age. The wind, however still danced and raced with itself as it always had, until it encountered a huddled mas

PROLOGUE              December stole the breath from her lungs.             Two weeks before my birthday, the sky shook out a glorious smattering of snow right onto my grandmother’s beloved garden. Slightly overweight and unwieldy in my growing body, I had gone outside to look at the lacey frost that had heralded my arrival eight years before.             “

Dimming the Lights         It began with a strange question and ended with a realization that could be taken as an answer, I suppose. But the part you’re probably interested in is the middle, am I correct? Then I regret to tell you that it isn’t terribly interesting. There is very little change of scenery or cast. There is, along with a few minor characters:        -A boy        -A girl        -A bo

How long can you run from dragons? Even proverbial ones are quite vicious and deadly, you see. After all, they are born not of fire and brimstone, but of ourselves (Only the saddest and weakest part, of course). Because really, if Life was a map, the entire thing would read: Here be dragons. For all my fellow insomniacs. :)