The Cost of Magic #20
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 24th, 2009
I see. You are tired. Tired of your delusional life and your ‘doctor’s’ pineal poisons. This is admirable. To hold ones own memories as only the Aesir can.
there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 24th, 2009
I see. You are tired. Tired of your delusional life and your ‘doctor’s’ pineal poisons. This is admirable. To hold ones own memories as only the Aesir can.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Jan 10th, 2009
I’m not sure. People have disappeared. People who could see the Mist.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 17th, 2008
Minus picked up the bag and emptied it’s contents onto the table. He knew what he would see before we opened it. He remembered all of it. The drinks, and the bags, and the conversations.