“ Tortured Soul 101: The depth of despair one experiences during the creative process (as experienced say, in an abysmally blank page or canvas) is directly proportional to the scope and power of the wo… F.T. McKinstry
“ The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him… F.T. McKinstry
“ Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home. F.T. McKinstry
“ Melisande lay in bed in the loft of her cottage in Graebrok Forest north of Odr. Wide awake and blinking in the dark, she listened to the mice above her head. Nearly a moon past, her swordsman had rep… F.T. McKinstry
“ If you are in doubt about what's balanced, look to the natural world. Animals know the right paths. F.T. McKinstry
“ My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart's in fear:My… F.T. McKinstry
“ She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.'The power to heal is the power to destroy,' she said with the faintest smile. F.T. McKinstry
“ Hemlock's attentions had not only healed Aelfric's body of its wounds but also given him curious sensitivity. Aside from the voice in his mind, he felt things in the natural surroundings: the presence… F.T. McKinstry
“ Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with the gold-green eyes of a wolf, were almost as unnerving to a Tar… F.T. McKinstry
“ The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias. F.T. McKinstry
“ The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable. F.T. McKinstry
