I wonder how it feels to fly. I wonder if it feels like when I leapt into the blue expanse above the lake, and hung there for an instant, in-between the rise and fall. The sky above was blue; the water blue below; and far, far off the mountains faded blue in a distant...

Witch-King Dwyr turned his face to the sky. Witch-King Dwyr was waiting to die. Flurries of powder blew past his crowned head: The dust of the land and the bones of the dead. From his hill to the shores all the earth lay decayed, The ripple of ruin from a last debt...

Beneath the unbroken blue A crystal clear mirror Reflecting and refracting the glaring sunlight Rays of sun strike the sapphire surface Pushing, breaking through Warmth blends with the cold current Like an artist creating colors Now a breeze blows over the water The...