And the Leaves Will Brown

The caravan drove onward, following purposely toward its own end as if to a slaughterhouse, suffering under the eternal indifference of the Texas sun. After these months together, bound by trappings of shared experience to which all social animals are susceptible, the time was coming to scatter to the wind. The ache to fight it… Continue reading And the Leaves Will Brown

A Letter From Talis Cayman to Avin Debberon

Avin, Should this letter find you, it's probably too late for both of us. I've made a grave mistake in coming to the isles, and I fear they're scheming to swallow me up. Most everyone is dead: Winters fell into a crevasse, and while we tried to reach him, we could find no bottom and… Continue reading A Letter From Talis Cayman to Avin Debberon