The nom de plume of a gnome of little plumage.
AKA: RJQ
Holes in the larger fabric Every soul leaves a hole in the world behind it. Some are vast, ragged, bleeding vents, weeping tears and echoing with cries.
By Magnus Zagreus2 years ago in Poets
Shadow & Dream You look like you just zapped your zeppelin, popped your pontoon, burst yer bubble - new here, na? Yop, thought so - you look every inch a dreamer, no doubting that one.
By Magnus Zagreus2 years ago in Fiction
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