The Crucible.
Seconds out of my first reception
I look inside myself.
Elemental
Chapter2 :The Escape
I have been crouched on the pyre for the best part of the day now, my joints have stiffened and the simple action of breaking the remainder of the chard leather restraints sends...
The Salem 'Witches'.
Every mark upon my wrist,
Shows where chains have cut,
The chafing of an age-old rope,
Wasting where we're put.
Dear Diary... Part 4
30/05/12
We're being followed. By a gang of humans. Armed humans. From a distance, we could look normal, but close up, the whole half-horse, wings and scales thing kind of gives it away.