1. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    The cold was coming from the western mountains, dragging its misty fingers closer to the coasts each morning past. And with the changing of the seasons, trees dressed in gold and copper filigree among the peridot late summer greenery. The skies seemed a special sort of blue in the fresh quiet. A...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Tides of Woe

    Rain pelted his cloak and cowl, dripped in silver strands off the trimmed edge and streamed down the slick-furred legs of the grey drake he was sat on for the past hour. A reptilian, horse-like thing with paws for hooves and a narrow, triangle head - hissed and crooned, shifted weight...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    “Walter?” She took some care not to startle him, voice soft, approach measured by distinct clicks of her heels, the noise with which her gem-blue skirt swayed against the floor. His nose was warm. The space behind his eyelids was lit up in an amber-red. He must have slept late, Walter deduced...
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