Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

“Madam Ravenfeather, two guests wish an audience with you, should you be so inclined.” Jill’s voice was completely emotionless, nearly devoid of inflection. I had to hold a sip of coffee in my mouth to keep my own tongue. When she did not turn to gesture towards the guests I scanned the floor. Near the…

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…

“Guys, I’m not up for any trouble today.” I shake my head and start to walk away. “Trouble for what?” Shit. I turn to find a squat little man, in squat little robes, with a squat pointy hat, and a long grey beard in the process of being brushed and groomed. If a dwarf wanted…

“The authorities were looking for anything that could hang you, actually. Which reminds me…” An unusually serious look crossed her face. “There have been… rumors… my friend. Rumors about you that concern me.” “Information for information. You tell me the rumor, I’ll tell you the truth.” She asked of several things, most of which were…

I entered the village as a troll. A mask of flesh and bone covered my face which I knew was painted a certain way. Pelts and hides of questionable origin draped over me the way Spanish moss drapes over branches. I looked like death and smelled twice as bad. Towering over men and horses, everyone…

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…

The long white ribbon draped simply over a simple decorative hanger, that was hanging on the wall directly across from the door. Two hanzi characters were vertically embroidered with black silk onto the ribbon. The top character was oriented normally. The bottom character was upside down. When I heard the sharp intake of breath, I…

The police chief listened to his deputy continue to describe the scene. He had received the call an hour ago. Another ten children and two adults dead or dying. He didn’t tell the deputy he had snuck a sip of his own ‘patience’ on pulling up to the scene. It wasn’t just that the victims…

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…