"Even in death, Gabrielle, I will never leave you."
Xena and Gabrielle come upon a patch of sinking mire in the desert and must think of creative ways to pass through it golden-hearted—without feet of clay. Thanks for that lesson—it will teach To after-warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach, And vainly preach’d before. That spell upon the minds of men Breaks never to… Continue reading Feet of Clay
I've been having migraines as of late. It's an odd state of mind. It made me write this small piece, somewhere between the mundane and the fantastic. Something new. When he opened his eyes, the heavy metals removed from his light, he saw in a prism—a being, a human being, seated behind a desk, he… Continue reading New
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