Chapter 20 Life is like a reunion, and that’s how I first met you. Brownie was thinking about the prose of the Martian poetry in her mind it didn’t seem to make complete sense to her, it seemed somewhat contradictory, the deeper meaning escaped her. How can someone be reunited and meet for the very […]
Chapter 19 It was remarkably quiet. Silent like the calmness that permeates the ether before the eve of the Tempest. The morning mist marched from the fields of lavender wheat down towards the lowland pastures, Hidden in their holes they lingered, their bodies camouflaged, as they laid in wait for the lioness of the Queen’s […]
Chapter 18 Tumjai cast his thoughts back to Those days… the dormant memories lied scattered so far away like shadows. He recalled the small rooms in the embassy that were dimly lit, they were cramped like small interrogation rooms and only scarcely decorated. Amongst the fixtures and fittings were pictures of majestic misty volcanoes that […]
Chapter 16 What becomes of the broken hearted? An open window, open just a crack let in the morning scent of lyger blossoms, it was well known that lyger stimulated virility, and it was often found around the palace grounds. Min often sat studying her every line reflected in the mirror that sat across from […]
Chapter 15 Why do I get a nudibrym, and you get a mantilla?” Protested the young attaché vee vee. Ūna looked back towards him with a sardonic grin” don’t knock Rex he’s been my faithful squire for many a year!” The mantilla (Ibliss) was jet black; his kind were amongst the best mode of transport […]
Chapter 14 “Are you sure it’s this way?” Asked Brownie doubtfully as they walked up the gradual incline that seemed to get higher and higher. the three of them looked a weathered motley crew as they followed the steps that passed innocently by the ancient stone piles that were periodically assembled by the wayside? It […]
Chapter 13 Oh, sweet silence, where is thy sting? What is the make-up of a person is it the deeds we do in life? Or is it the experiences we share through lovingly told anecdotes, ponder then are we able to choose our own future, or does society itself dictate the heights we can aspire […]
Chapter 12. The forest edge, at the woodcutter’s station. The two pottered about the small encampment, keeping themselves busy. Brownie mulled over the events of the previous 48 hours; it was hard to digest, like something out of a horror movie, it made her head hurt thinking about it. The dusk was encroaching again, and […]
Chapter 11 Sadness prevailed over the sleepy village of Mārin, on every corner there were little candles placed in memorium for those that had fallen. Mothers wept salty tears for their sons that would never again return home. Fathers grieved for their Daughters, no longer would they feel their tiny hands pressed into theirs, or […]
Chapter 9 Brownie felt apprehensive as she waited outside the small room that Bieber called ” her office”. Outside the portal of redwood and brass marquetry. It was no different to the other doors just an essential looking screen to shut out unpleasantness. Beiber had asked Brownie to meet her here after lunch and empathized […]