I was twelve when Dance Dance Revolution first reached the US, though the game didn’t gain steam in our area until I was closer to sixteen. Like many things in my household, it was something disregarded as “ridiculous” early on. A video game where you have to move? Giant metal… Read the rest...

“Hold on,” Morghram murmured, reining his horse to a halt. Eona stopped behind him, clutching the pommel of her saddle. Four days of riding had made her more comfortable on horseback, but she still looked nervous any time her horse moved without direction, and her gelding pranced in place. They’d… Read the rest...

After a day of walking, Morghram reconsidered; traveling would not be the easiest part. Eona didn’t complain, but by midday, she winced and whimpered and limped along behind him. He expected sore feet, though not so early in their trip, and her pace only slowed further as her energy ran… Read the rest...

“He won’t help me.” Eona sounded heartbroken, defeated. She didn’t even lift her head to look at him. Morghram hesitated, unsure what to do. He felt he should comfort her, but before he could say a word she hugged herself and leaned away, staring at the floor. He shouldn’t have… Read the rest...