within the storm, there is shelter
(c) Nin Harris 2014 — . All Rights Reserved. Deiranetta stared at the basket of pastries. They were warm from the oven, and the yeasty fragrance hinted at gustatory temptations that would ensure a very pleasant afternoon spent underneath the sheltering orange trees. “What does the Kitchen Witch want?” she asked of the assistant pastry … Continue reading A Gift Laced With A Mystery
(c) Nin Harris 2012. All Rights Reserved. In the days before the last gaernic refugees found their way to Yrejveree, Aiceli had been a court scribe. She was one of many, and not necessarily the best. She had loved the etch of ink on parchment, but not the painful process of trying to turn the … Continue reading A Matter of Loose Translation
(c) Nin Harris 2011. All Rights Reserved. She sleeps within a thicket of roses, but would laugh at you had you pointed out similarities to various fairytale types. She would gesture at her camping stove, the tarp over her head and her sturdy gardening gloves. She would ask you to stop gawking while handing you … Continue reading All So These Roses May Dream
(c) Nin Harris 2009– Somewhere on the grounds of Domus Exsulis, there is a real thicket of thorns and roses. The wild roses remember a tale; a long time ago, a winged One carried his bride to this isle on the back of Zephyr. The roses remember how a bright-browed One was transfigured by the … Continue reading In a Real Rose Garden, The Roses Dream
(c) Nin Harris 2009 — The Caretaker Speaks: I have been slowly reading accounts of old Alhaere shared by Learie. The lands she speaks of, remind me of the uninhabited Fens towards the South-East of this isle. It may be wise for me to spend more time there. There may be clues in relation to … Continue reading A Distraught Lady, the Fens and a Creepy Creature
There is an unexpected courtyard at the heart of this sprawling home. Once you enter it, it seems to be impossibly big, with a garden of wild roses. You may surprise a lycanthropic gardener here, with gigantic gardening shears, or you may meet a wild-eyed, wild-haired woman in a gown of blood-red velvet muttering stanzas … Continue reading Domus Exsulis: A Courtyard