Fri, 2011-03-11 14:05
"I...I don't understand this place..."
The young Apoc could not have seen more than twenty seasons. I could smell the distrust on her. The fear thickened and slowed her words, but quickened her eyes. She had good reason to be frightened. Not of me, of course - unless there was ill will in her heart for my brood - I did not think this was true. It was the orange doorway that had frightened her - the passage through the bad dream-time that she had taken. Luckily, she stepped out of the fiery hole onto dry land and not over the unending waters. (more...)









Uukintalk...a name worthy of one of my kind! LOL!