Alchemy

Alchemy

When I was a child, I had a fascination with potions. I don’t know if it stemmed from my reading habits, video games, or something else, but as far back as I can remember, I was always mixing something. I developed a love for tiny bottles, test tubes, apothecary jars,… Read the rest...
Mixtures

Mixtures

Sometimes, no matter how many precautions she took, things went wrong. They were not the explosive accidents of her novice days, but they were mistakes, nonetheless. Improper measurements happened, sometimes from a fuzzy head after a late night. Delicate mixtures bubbled over when her back was turned for only a… Read the rest...
The job of the artist

The job of the artist

“The job of the artist doesn’t end with drawings of structure and anatomy.” Rolling his eyes, Rhyllyn resisted the urge to sigh. “What does that have to do with—Ow!” He jerked forward, holding his head with both hands. “What was that for?” “I saw that.” His brother leveled a claw… Read the rest...
Connections

Connections

I’ve been to the local zoo several times in the past year, and each visit has been a very different experience. Some zoos are better than others, both in what they have to offer and how they treat the animals, but our local zoo is often praised for both. Personally… Read the rest...