First group classes (mornings) continue to deal with complex spells, Alexandra taking the forefront now due to her proficient experience, with Andrew now dropping back. He continues to come up with ideas and methods but the number of spells and experience in casting is insufficient for him to continue as leader in those more complex castings now facing them.

After he has had an opportunity to speak with Kayla concerning the property he owns in the mountains of the northern reaches of The Survivor, Andrew brings up the need for a household guard and for the construction of the house and other buildings which shall be on the property itself. Artisans are needed to perform the work and designers to prepare the plans.

Alexandra opens a link to her father’s home crossing into her rooms there. It has been much easier upon her since learning and mastering these links, she may now easily go home to bathe and obtain fresh clothing. This allows her access to all her clothing rather than just the small portion which she may keep at the Sister’s Conclave.

Andrew waits outside the room. After ten minutes or so Alice emerges telling him that Rachel is sleeping, "Mother is going to watch her for a while. Could you come and help me bring my things from my old room?"

And Lo, the traveller came at last to the sky's edge. He put down his staff + poked his head thru the fabric of space, beholding the mighty clockwork of the cosmos, the great turning gears, the merry go round and the ferris wheel. He smelled the heavenly corndogs and heard the calliope music. And he said, "Hey wait for me you guys!"

 Healing a Princess

(On the Lake)

By Tim Knight

A fantasy adventure set in a strange indoor universe, inhabited by puppets, which is told in the form of a child's book report that keeps wandering off the topic...

The Children of Lilith

Healing a Princess...24

The Art of War

By Tim Knight

You might not know my name but if you’re reading this, than it worked, maybe...

One day, there was a young woman named Sandra Lee. She had begun learning about magic in high school with her parents consent and love and was ready for the final transition into a Earth Mother.

This is a story about ... stories, and how they relate to the tenuous experience many people refer to as "reality".

 Trolls are just mean, nasty monsters that would shred a pretty butterfly between their long, jagged teeth just as soon as look at them ... right? Maybe. Maybe not.

Troll and Butterfly
Copyright 2008 by Heather Rose Brown
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 I don't talk to trees ... honest. At least, I'd never admit to talking to them. But if I were the kind of girl who might find herself talking to an old oak tree on a chilly fall morning, asking why its leaves were falling off, and if that tree decided to answer me, this is the story the tree might have told me.

Dragons gotta eat ... so do unicorns. This isn't good news for a girl named Food. 

Chapter 3

  "That is good news for you, my little one," said her Father, .....
  "Yes, Father, I can go outside for the first time in many days," she replied," I love the North Wind"

With Apologies to J.M. Barrie

By

Daughter of Theon

If I should die before I wake…