Treasure in Barren Places
I get the call at 5pm. Merlin needs to be put to sleep, tonight. I look at my watch and know I will not get there in time. 571 more words
6 hours, 9 minutes
Although I spent years learning about witchcraft when I was a teen, I had never paid much attention to the Wiccan sabbats and esbats—even they smacked too much of organized religion for my tastes. 1,426 more words
My lady sits on a cliff top, looking out across the bay, where land, sea and sky meet. She is the mountain embodied, the land given form as a god. 524 more words
1 month, 1 week
You are the Weaver of fate.
You are the Spinner of dreams.
You are the Unravelling of hope.
You are the Waters of the Well of chaos. 387 more words
1 month, 4 weeks