Magin the Moon-Weaver #writephoto


Magin the Moon-Weaver (739 Words)

There is a humorous story they tell in Dehr Los of the first time Magin met the Wanderer. Po (the Wanderer) went everywhere in those days, as drifting and tieless as a feather on the wind. He took odd jobs now and then to keep the flesh on his bones, but he stayed nowhere for very long. So it was that he came to a very lonely place without any kind of company or safe shelter.

He was very tired when he saw the stone house on the hillside. It wasn’t like any house you’ve ever seen before, with trees leaning over the stone roof and walls and steps of stone. But Po, his feet sore, thought it as likely a place as any to rest. He had no fear of ghosts or trolls. He more or less expected them.

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Nothing but the Distance


Nothing but Lights (173 Words)

Is that it? The dragon’s voice was in his head. Eric almost lost his grip on the halter buckled on her shoulders, surprised again by her telepathy. Ovah was an enormous beast and the city was far, far below them.

Eric closed his eyes, using his mind to speak to the dragon. Yes. That’s it.

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Faerie Grad


Faerie Grad (910 Words)

Amy had never been so pinched and pampered her whole life. The fairies washed her hair and scrubbed her face till her cheeks were sore and smarting. They dried her till she thought she might peel. And then they dressed her in gauzy fine things and tied lovely-smelling flowers in her braid, and turned her around so they could see her from every odd angle, and adjust her sash here, her bracelet there. Perhaps they meant to please, but it all made Amy rather hot and unhappy. She didn’t want to be rude, but she was tired of being treated like a doll, and missed the weight of her sword at her side.

“Where is my sword?” she asked. “I’m not going without Bear-Biter.”

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Waiting (176 Words)

She’d stared out the windshield for hours. It was raining. She could see the rain running small rivers over the parking deck’s smooth concrete. She was gripping the wheel like she was going somewhere, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

They had agreed to meet there at the Subway in the shopping center. She could imagine his face when he saw her. He would be accusing, bitter, but worse than that he would be hurt. She was tired of hurting him. She was tired of hurting.

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Fire-Blood (691 Words)

The downstairs infirmary was silent and empty. Medicine jars and torn blankets were shattered and strewn across the floor.

Sister Bierce was glad for the disarray only in that it emphasized abandonment and disuse. Dragonkind was not permitted in the abbey and allowed on the outer courts only by special exception. And here was Khaz, never one to win favor with the abbot, following her in the sharp, jerking motion of a fire-blood who has forgotten his human form, his mind trapped in lizard shape. If he was seen he would be killed, and wounded as he was he could not defend himself.

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Ketchup, Ogres, and Fries


Ketchup, Ogres, and Fries (200 Words)

“So this is where you ended up.”

The waiter looked up from lowering the tray in surprise. He hadn’t recognized the person at the table until now. When he did, the man’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“What are you doing here, Raz?” he said. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

The ogre sucked ketchup off her thumb. “No one even sees me,” she said.

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A Stamp-Sized Wish


A Stamp-Sized Wish (97 Words)

The rules were simple. Any request would be honored, any wish granted, so long as it was written on this paper with this feather.

“Are you kidding me?” said Marge.

Her fairy godmother shrugged. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said. “You just haven’t demonstrated a practical and mature nature. That’s all I can give you.”

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