“There was balance, harsh and violent like the noxious air in a swamp. But balance, nonetheless. Then somewhere in the fickle mists of creation came humanity, clawing and afraid, grasping and ambitious. Enveloped in a dangerous world, these creatures lived… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping his endeavour. He had piercing,… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“Bah, he still saw the same stupidity. The image of the hanged man in the farming community of Yondern flashed through his mind. Now… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“There was balance, harsh and violent like the noxious air in a swamp. But balance, nonetheless. Then somewhere in the fickle mists of creation… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
