The shadow child was chuckling and humming to themselves when it happened, and afterward it could never quite shake the...

• Shadow Moss Caves

This is a story from the days when the world was flooded by darkness and water, and all creatures wandered...

• Shadow Moss Caves

At the beginning, when the Isles had just been pulled from the sea and the land was fresh and new,...

• Greater Mycorzha

There was a time long ago when the world was younger, that a tiny egg sat on a tiny leaf,...

• Greater Mycorzha

The grasses wave and dance across the plains, the flowers bloom and bees dance. The butterflies flit from bloom to...

• Greater Mycorzha

Long long ago, before my grandmother’s time and even before her grandmothers, before the lands themselves had fallen into slumber,...

• Sun-Dried Sands

There is an old coyote who buries poems in the desert. He etches them upon scraps of bark and stones...

• Sun-Dried Sands

This is a story of dreaming, and of becoming, and of returning, because all things are cycles, and all that...

• Sun-Dried Sands

Old as the ‘groves this marsh-tale is, young one, which I tell to you now same as it was told...

• Morel Marsh