A new world
is brewing in the cauldron of my mind. A place
between the cold rock towers of the north and the
burning deserts of the south, between the enchanted
east and the shadowy west, between the rarified
realms above the clouds and the deepest caverns
beneath the earth.
Greenhall, some still carry the ancestry of the
Time of Legends when giants, fey, gnomes, and
spirits walked the broad lands of the
Greenhall, in the Time of Riches, some still
practice the ancient arts: the Secret of Runes, the
Secret of Tones, the Secret of Stars, and the
Secret of Dreams.
lawgivers are now only memory. The world has
changed; subtlety is more valued than truth, and
what one owns matters more than what one knows.
some old or new magic to rebind the
world? Some old or new road leading from lands
forgotten to lands not yet discovered? Some
old or new voice to speak a silent word?
a Greenhall short story in the next issue of
Gems from Earth and Sky.