By Oliver Hickman And the Hero arrived, galloping through the gates on a golden-maned mare. It was a dark place he entered, snuffed torches reaching out at the one he carried, begging to blaze once more. Another gate waited before him, then another after that. They were all buckled inwards, their timbers cracked by great … Continue reading And the Hero Arrived
No Place for Rain
By Oliver Hickman Raindrops pecked at window sills. Streaks ran down the glass— channels between clinging mist. The clouds had slumped low, visiting the ground in person rather than by gift of drizzle. They hugged the roads, the hills, the gradual moor, laying a blindfold on the town of Teatrees. The views and vistas which … Continue reading No Place for Rain
