The Mythology of Beardsgaard • VIII...
“When his silhouette had disappeared into the trees, Angolon said to Êl, “That was a lark, but might we try a pinch livelier fare next time?” #deartravelers Let us tell...Read More
“The orb now appeared as a smooth and oblong crystal stone, pricked with light.” #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ I ≈ vii. The Firsts In dim dawn when...Read More
“When Angolon woke in the world, he had the ancient face and boundless curiosity of one who had been there forever and yet was brand new.” #deartravelers Let us tell...Read More
“Nine stones they made that night before the gold spark rose and they had exhausted their sand reserves in the tower.” #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ I...Read More
“For all we care, you could spend your life running nude through the forests and defecating on the flowers.” He chortled, spraying moustache tea into the air.” #deartravelers Let us...Read More