Greetings from the Sorcerer!
Hello dear listeners. Four score and and countless aeons ago, the magician and I ventured down the stability and perhaps lack there-of of the fours. 144 more words
The other day, a man I love told me about a men’s group meeting he had gone to, for the first time. It was a Bly group, he said, named after the great American poet, Robert Bly, who is also renowned for his work on men’s psychological and spiritual wholeness. 3,338 more words
Elli was the last witch in the country. At least, the only one that she knew of, and that was a damn good assumption. After weeks of scouring the lands for any other magic user, whether under Amos’ spell or not, Elli had found no one, and thus, gave up. 766 more words