Author: sponger

This is a piece from my new novel, Dragonfang (book 1 of The Telling of the Maal). The piece is a tribal memory, a story passed down through the generations by word of mouth. It is called Agortmaal (the story of Agort)   “In a time before men walked...

I hadn't seen the door before,It wasn't there last night.Swinging wide its golden mawAnd showing me the light.A voice was calling from beyondIn sweet and silky tones,To leave behind this Earthly bond,No need for flesh and bones. ...

Purple butterflies flitter across blood red fields. A dog, big and blue guards the queen. Fish glide through the air past clouds of golden yellow, A pink cat slithers across pink tiles hoping the dog won't see. Birds wearing their camouflage coats dart through a bubbling river. The king laughs, his emerald green feathers jiggling. This is...