Even After All This Time,

So In The Sweltering Heat Of A July Night, I Sang A Christmas Carol To A Room Full Of Fae, Who Had Been Driven Out Of Their Homelands By Christians And Their Cold-iron Swords.

You’re A Dead Man,” Kyle Said. “warren Doesn’t Take Kindly To People Who Hurt Me.

I Am Not Attempting To Preserve Culture, Or Record Actual Events Or Stories. Instead I Bow My Head In Gratitude To Those Storytellers Who Have Gone Before And Paved A Way For Me Play In Their Stomping Grounds. Doubtless Those Who Want To Be Offended, Will - Allowing Me To Make Them Happy, Too, Which Pleases Me As Much As It Pleases Them.

Heart Turned To Me, His Face Thought­ful. “yes­ter­day Morn­ing. Yes, That Means That Daphne Hadn’t Been Home For Two Days Be­fore That.” He Smiled At Me. “you Were Sup­posed To Be The Al­pha’s Eye Can­dy.” Adam Laughed. “what?” I Asked Him. “you Don’t Think I’d Be Good Eye Can­dy?” I Looked Down At My Over­alls And Grease-​stained Hands. I’d Torn An­oth­er Nail To The Quick. “hon­ey Is Eye Can­dy,” Said Ben Apolo­get­ical­ly. “you’re . . . Just You.” “mine,” Said Adam, Edg­ing Be­tween Heart And Me. “mine Is What She Is.

Dragons And Legends...it Would Have Been Difficult For Any Man Not To Want To Fight Beside A Dragon.