Writing Samples

“And what I’m telling you is that you can’t possibly see the future! It’s impossible!” “Ah, but that is the beauty of it,” Maddie said, her voice airy and vacant. Her eyes glowed slightly in the candlelight. “It is not seeing the future, after all.” Maddie Grimm, a.k.a. Mademoiselle Maddie (“Fortunes told! Futures seen! Predictions made! Ask about… Continue reading Seeing the Future

"Aw, Uzte, why do I have to learn all this history? It's boring!" "Now hold your fire a minute, little Luna. In order to properly appreciate the state of magic as it is now, you need to know where it came from." "But we're not learning about the history of magic! This is about... calendars."… Continue reading Weeks Turn to Years

There was a faviel. This sentence, perhaps, does not strike much fear in the hearts of most people. It does not cause an upwelling of emotion. It is, one could say, bland. This is only because most people do not know what a faviel is. Picture a bird - no larger than a robin. The… Continue reading Sienna Saves the World

Eudora Weaver trudged across the snowy fields of Lycus. For a while, the crunching of her footfalls was the only noise she could hear. It was rhythmic; her steps pounded a persistent, though unconscious, beat into her head. After the tree she had made camp under disappeared behind her over the horizon, a stiff wind… Continue reading Who she was

Blue sat down on a log near the crackling campfire. Following his lead, two other people joined him - Celeste took a seat on a boulder nearby and Palmer contented himself by sitting cross-legged in the dirt. The flickering light cast his iron mask in a sinister light - completely unintentional, he would assure you,… Continue reading The Weaver and the Shredder