PartⅠ
Dear Nathaniel,
The rain falls in large plump drops over here, which splatter everywhere and on everything. It is a miracle, for the garden sorely needed a spot of rain. It has been shockingly dry here this summer, and I have been so sick of mother’s dull company.
Poor thing, doesn't know she’s a complete and utter bore.
Must not keep you.
Miss you and wish to see you in a fortnight.
Sincerely yours,
Charlotte.
His arms were still around her, hands on the reins. Rynere was pulled on top of him, but scrambled off as quickly as she could.
An arrow protruded from Danid's back.
Rynere screamed.
Nothing came out except a squeak. She was still gagged.
She got to her feet, backing away, hands fumbling for the knife. She cut the ropes on her hand, nicking herself more than once, then pulled the gag out of her mouth.
The man on the horse behind them jumped onto the ground, running over to her.
“Ryn -Rynere, are you alright?”
Chapter Sixteen – The Fairy Of Iglis Tells us Her Story
Chapter Fifteen – Finding the Great Iglis Tree
I promise you, the story Tass is drawing to a close.
you linger in the air like a slight tinge of mildew
let alone for too long, allowed to solder
and seep into the cracks in my exterior
i had a cold, you see
that is why i was unable to sniff you out
why costumed men didn't come in immediately
and try to starve you away
my parents, they tried
i was too brazen to let them
so certain that this brand of mold wouldn't be harmful
but--who was i kidding--
not even myself
i knew better, i've known better
i'll always know better
Drifting,
Slowely,
Through a sea of cloth
That melts in the early morning light.
Twirling,
Gently,
Through a curtain of light
That glows like a halo 'round about.
Dancing,
Gracefully,
Through a crowd of people
That dissipate after night
Has ended
And the dance
Is done.
A mirror,
A glass,
A reflection
Of gold.
A river,
A stream,
A strength
Not our own.
God is our guide,
Our perfection,
Our strength
Pure and true.
Like a curtain
Pulled between
Is our sin
Of today.
Like a magnified heart
Is our spirit
Of decay
And depravity.
Yet a hope has
Sprung
From the sky
As we look around
And wonder why
We don't sink
In our sea of despair
And death.
God is creator,
Sustainer,
Divine.
I. Only wishes
I want to give you something
of beauty beyond compare
something unique
special
practical
something to brighten your day
and make you smile
but I can't think
what it could be
so
here is something else
not very special
but from me
and although it's not much
I hope you can tell
I love you.