Quinn places a sight stone to her eye and trains it down the slope. A mile from her hidden lookout rises a forest of towers and torchlight. The castle walls are opulent, decked in streamers of rosaberries and silver stars that flicker with shadows from below. Raucous laughter and jolly flutes dance from the arches. … Continue reading Glory
The mountains used to be quiet. Cloud-wreathed and ancient, they held aloft my castle for countless ages. Until modernity crept in like an unwelcome guest who would not leave, and my home became a 'tourist attraction, four and a half stars on Lonely Planet'. I grieve for that half star. The city of Sibiu welcomes … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Castle And A Laser
