Life, Arden thought, is all about give and take. Nothing is freely given. I must seize what I want when the opportunity presents itself. Consuming the power of some strange, unknown portal to the shadow plane had seemed such an attractive idea in the moment. …

The morning after the fiasco at The Grim Axe brought some much needed relaxation. I fear that I was too absorbed in my study of the egg and the axe itself to really allow myself a moment to slow down and the attempted theft with its accompanying battle did little…

I remember many things from across my many lives. It is my curse. Others forget their pasts, but I was created as the cycle of rebirth was broken. Yet She is slipping from my memory. …

Illegible handwriting sprawls over the previous page in Dr. Thatch’s journal. Occasional words can be made out, such as “moon egg”, “axe”, and “papers”, allowing one to surmise that these are the jottings taken by Dr. …

Thick pages torn from a nice journal lay crumpled in and around a garbage bin. Some are stained by the tea leaves dumped over them, others yet marred with splotches of ink that had been emptied over them when Dr. …

Many pages lay scattered across the worn wooden surface. Bits of to-do lists peek out from under lists of books he had made notes on in his near-unreadable handwriting borne of taking quick notes throughout his life. One sheet reads: Dr. Riley has requested medical histories. Unsure if providing more…

Dark words spilled across the page, flowing as easily as the ink that had formed them in the thick leather-bound journal. …

It had been just over a year since Alizarin learned of her mother’s kidnapping. Just over a year since she had begun asking questions of the right people, flashing a golden ring bearing a grinning face on its surface. Her mother had given her the ring years ago. “If you…

Blue eyes opened to a sea of organza. Falls of blue, white, and teal cascaded from a single point above, creating a canopy as it reached the floor. As she looked down, her eyes were met with sterile white sheets. Odd, she thought, feeling the unexpectedly rough cotton beneath her…