For three straight days the Undragons have summoned Weaver. For three days Keri has been completely clueless about why. The first entry about them. It won’t be the last.
833 words.
Author Archives: Kerian Nox
Dream Journal: 2013-12-20.01
It looks like an orange, smells like an orange, but bleeds when the skin is broken. Weaver is thrilled.
350 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-11-09.01
Weaver is summoned to meet and greet the new king. But the king only has eyes for breasts and bling. Can Weaver keep her cool and complete her mission? Later she finds herself stuck in a nuclear reactor complex with a psychopath and the man hunting him. Leaving that, she heads home and finds there are more than potholes on the freeway. Some should be placed quickly out of mind.
4,628 words.
Between Brothers
The Fallen Angel is offered a deal too good to be true. Weaver checks it out and uncovers the truth between brothers. No good deed goes unpunished, and her savior gains a trinket as reward.
9,581 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-10-06.03
Flashback over, Weaver goes on to her job and gets fired for being too effective. She spends the day with the undead couple.
781 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-10-06.02
Weaver encounters an undead couple in the forest and helps defend them from desecrators. Another close encounter with bears occurs, but with less face eating.
2,804 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-10-06.01
Weaver can be a bitch at times. Literally. Especially when Esse is around.
341 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-09-30.02
Weaver finds her inner raven wants some shinies. Keri finds it won’t take much to brighten her surroundings. Later, Maestro takes the student to task about appearances.
1,154 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-09-30.01
Keri pauses from her Weaving long enough to catch up on what has happened since her last post on September 19th. Mostly dream related. Some physical world events. Keri continues on regardless.
And tries to avoid herding cats again.
4,496 words and one embedded video.
Dream Journal: 2013-09-19.01
Weaver’s presence is requested at the terrace. Her curiosity overrides her prudence. No matter how we wish things could be as they were, we can’t ignore how things are now. Three threads are rewoven. The unnamed remains.
2,599 words.