Black is turning to white. My darkroom since 2005 is turning back into a bedroom.
We’re getting ready to move into the Columbia Gorge, so I’m getting the Portland house ready for sale. 68 more words
We’re back at the cursed crater. The one where Calwyn was killed by Ammonite.
That odd local fellow, Squirrel, has accompanied us, along with two of his friends, Xolra and Ragal, who were the ones to approach us and persuade us to return. 847 more words
At first light I lead our group into the crater forest. It’s dark and muted. Eerie. An overgrown track threads its way through thick undergrowth roiling beneath towering trees. 1,445 more words