“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully. “Power,” he replies, making no […]
Read More →I still looked doubtful. She could see it. She’s perceptive like that. “Truth to tell,” I said, “I don’t really know where to start.” She took a deep breath. “OK, she said, I’ll help you.” I felt better already. I looked at her enquiringly. She frowned back, then tilted her head to one side. Still […]
Read More →She said I had to keep a blog. “What’s a blog?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a cross between a pool of muddy water and a dirty mark. She explained. “But all I wanna do is write,” I said. “Ah yes, WANA,” she said. “You’ll need to sign up for that. And Facebook. And […]
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