Sun-warmed scent of Wild Carrot meanders through the meadow, diffused from tiny tatted stitching, delicate lace garments for the...

Born with the God-spark, woven in the womb-dark. Children of humanity, corrupted with vanity. Trading Kingdom capacity for intellectual...

Hazy, languid skies Pregnant with tomorrow’s rain Still, no breath, waiting. by Heather J. Willis, author