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Alley
The Drunken Mercenary was far busier than it had been in years. Every table was full, the bar so packed that Merrin had to shoulder… Read more.
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Wings
Wet sand clung to Merrin’s feet as he paced up the beach, the tide was finally on its way out and he could enjoy the… Read more.
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Severed
Ryth’s ethereal form lounged against the stained glass windows. He fidgeted with the golden rings on his fingers, humming a tune that only Merrin could… Read more.
Alphonse M. Mucha
I did not paint for kings, nor for galleries, but for my people. This journal is a continuation of that work — an offering to eyes that still hunger for beauty.
The Author
“Ornament is not excess, but remembrance of nature.”
— Alphonse Mucha
