This is Wilson's story re-interpretation ( Read more... )

Wilson said “in your journey west, you must describe these mythical lakelands to me. You must narrate your adventure as a grand and mysterious quest, for that is so. May the winds be at your back across the hills and grasslands. Follow the way stones.” I did not do this exactly, perhaps, but it did give me great things to think about on my ( Read more... )

In the early morning light, bumblebee will be curled up in her round cat-bed and when she starts to hear the sounds of people moving, her eyes open just a little, glowing golden slits, and she looks like a baby dragon. goon's eyes look dragon-ish too, but he is an ice dragon, with cold eyes that cut sharply, allowing you to read his inner- ( Read more... )