Jötnar do not march when Máni’s full face shows. Behind the back of his ebony skull, they stride. When one shivers in the sun, shade is a blanket. Wing-shadows of geese tickle dots across cheeks like the leaf-trickles of sun mortals bask beneath. Cloud cover is as soft to the touch as a feather pillow…
In a dark wood dwelled a djinn who sat on an old oak stump counting his fingers to pass the time. But this was the island for misplaced magic, and two became four became eight… When a fairy stumbled over his feet, his eyes blinked for the first time in 1200 years. He opened his…
A producer thinks, “fantasy inversions are in now;” sees how successful that one ogre was in 2001, how live-action remakes are dominating theaters, how the new Dungeons and Dragons is certified Fresh on Rotten Tomatoes. So, he gets his friends to fund a small budget. One of them is an amateur make-up artist. This shouldn’t…
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