Captian's Log Long Die the Dragon 25 Sep 2026 The dragon's cruel eyes finally dimmed as death's cold grip clasped its soul. A monstrous shudder racked its scaly frame from head to tail, and its iris rolled back into…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Downs 24 Sep 2026 The downs were full of fog. The white, creeping tendrils, spreading and twisting over the silent houses, writhed in satisfied banks of utter occlusion, here or there breaking and revealing…
Captian's Log Done or Not 23 Sep 2026 Panting a little, the man rested his shoulder against the wall, craning his head up toward heaven as he gasped. There was something of blue there, something of brightness, and…
Captian's Log Such Are the Lost 22 Sep 2026 We come again unto the endwhere time cannot offend.There is no more for your cruel swordnor voice to call you lord.So let it be; from every needyou have been freed.…
Captian's Log By and By 21 Sep 2026 Along the bannister, my fingers brushing the rails, I gaze into the unlit study below. Soft, cushioned seats, shelf upon shelf of interesting books, invisible to me. I reach the…
Captian's Log So Tired… 20 Sep 202619 Sep 2026 There sing in the early morning, in the darkness before dawn, the hooting nightbirds. What they mean and what they say, what longing lodges in their breasts, to me unsounded…
Captian's Log Okay, Let’s Burn the Witches 19 Sep 2026 The more the jury in the Lindsay Clancy case speaks, the more I feel as if I'm watching some sort of irreverent funeral. Trial by jury is one of those…
Captian's Log To the Jury 18 Sep 202615 Sep 2026 In times not quite forgotten yet,when the sun still shonebefore the light of reason setand darkness stole the Throne,I think I was then but a childwho played in fairytalesof truth,…
Captian's Log Finally 17 Sep 202615 Sep 2026 The ancient markers stirred. The floor shifted underneath my feet as the massive gears which had lain dormant all my life and my father's and his father's suddenly gave a…
Captian's Log Come Winter 16 Sep 202615 Sep 2026 The cold wind blows its somber air through the bending reeds. Chill hints of mocking winter chuckled mercilessly over the quiet planes. The Howling would come; no mellow death this…
