A small mound of stones

A small mound of stones

They were all shapes and sizes, all different colors. Some were semiprecious, glittering crystals with their markings etched in. Others were plain stone in drab hues, sometimes with the markings only painted on the surface. But they were special, just the same. Each one a treasure, a symbol—to him, at… Read the rest...

Adding artwork

I’m not sure why, but writing and art go sort of hand-in-hand. Many of the artists I’ve known have also been writers, and the writers I’ve known have also been artists. I’m a little bit of both, myself, though my husband’s art skills far surpass my own. I’ve been illustrating… Read the rest...
Colors

Colors

“Focus!” Filadiel grimaced as his teacher’s shout caused him to lose just that. His awareness of the power around him faded, light seeping back into his eyes. He knew it was there, even without the colored reflection dancing on the surface of the water. His teacher sighed, raising her arms… Read the rest...