“If the pawn attacks here, with the bishop as backup, then Red would be foolish to risk a counter-attack with the knight.” “Granted,” said Alice, leaning over the schematic diagram of the city and examining it. “But Your Majesty has forgotten that Your scouts sighted the Red bishop here.” She pointed to the outer courtyard…
The following piece was written as a paid commission by a wonderful fan who has requested to stay anonymous. They loved the final result, and I hope you do, too! Sin seems to be in style lately. Statues of the saints loomed in the darkness like silent watchmen as Saraqael drifted between them. Their pious…
In my mind, you’re already mine. We’re laughing over some shared joke in a Paseo coffeeshop while an aspiring disenchanted plucks a heartbeat from his guitar. The nine o’clock news drones out from the TV, but my attention is on the way your hair accents your eyes, and on the beautiful curve of your smile….
I came home and found the note. ‘Home’, then, was Guan-Yin’s apartment, one of several she had, this one near Schaarbeek in Brussels. The note was in her writing. All it was was an address. No instructions. No signature. Just an address, near Brussels Noord. I recognized the street; it was in the roze wijk,…
“We are the Dragon,” Guan-Yin philosophized over the Go board. I never minded such lectures; I found them as beautiful as I found the game, as beautiful as I found the player. Serene, calm, and a meditation in layers upon layers of complexity. “And yet we are not. Individually we are lacking; collectively we are…