Fantasy

It was a sultry summer day and Lilly, Rose and Violet were out gathering apples for their mother Clara to bake into one of her delicious cinnamon and apple pies and Violet was singing,

Cullen fights Vlad again and learns something new about his Sword.

God, like his son, was a carpenter and a drunken one: too fond of water to wine, working loaded when he forged this Earth making mangy lions, horrible deep sea fish, marsupial ducks,

artists battle wasps for their espresso outside in the thorn garden under bright bill-boards gray men with missing legs beg, unknown yankee dregs New Yorkers await