“The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“So much simpler, to kill for gold. It did not matter what anyone thought about that. The only rules he abided were those of… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“My woman has a wandering eye; Yarrow, thyme and thorn. She eyes the ocean and the sky While stitching sails, forlorn. I got a… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“Tortured Soul 101: The depth of despair one experiences during the creative process (as experienced say, in an abysmally blank page or canvas) is… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“Wolf Star shines on wintry high; Gazing northward by and by. Ice and snow on shorelines lie; Wind and spirits haunt the sky.” — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“Springtime blooms the starry tree Bearing fruit the mariners see. High by night and low by dawn The silver apple guides us home.” — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
“Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
