Fredh

Short Story » Fantasy, General Re: The Matron's Smile
Oh my, this was... Fantastic. Wasteland—a wide, shifting plain of sulphurous muck, flames, and withered bushes and trees that inhaled toxins from the soil—its sky blanketed by sulphur clouds, and ...
Jul 16, 2011

I have writer's block. I can't write. It is the will of the gods. Now, I must alphabetize my spice rack.
— Neil Gaiman