http://slow.writerscafe.org/Greystone The original writings of author Greystone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Nesparian Ritualistic song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/409861/ SnarlDieBy sunlightBlistering, burning, white-hot, furiousDieBy fangsSharp, angry, waiting, watchingDie  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/371987/ I have dreamedof a landwhere a dark angel singshere I amthis is meSing with me... Northern windsrace awayand love flies along Posioned birdsspread white wingsand Fly towards the sea ...Fly with me.... Southern skieswarm the fieldsand old.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/367641/ Did Ceminara and Korari Survive? Will the Nesparians return? How much do the vampires REALLY know? All to be revealed in Chapter Six! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/365658/ I am an immortal.It is I! I, the Eliac; I, who hast slain dragons; I, who have taken quests that there mere summarization of which would drive the bravest of champions mad for the looking; I! I! Who have fought and defended the ends of the Earth! Dost thou comprehend my fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/365364/ Decided to explore the vampyre angle a little better in an effort to understand Daradan and/or Silvestra from Diyar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/363633/ Waitingin the silencefor the dreary dayto turn Waitingin eternityfor my voiceto be heard Watchingwith a frownas the worldgoes round Listeningto a worldthat doesn't knowits mold Waitingfor a momentwhere I becomethe hero Singin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/363616/ I know what it's like to be alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/360233/   The moonlight shone over the polished turrets of Stormhaven, and a messenger crept through the watchful shadows. No one was out on the streets, except for two vivaciously different individuals. Both of them wore cloaks of Dîarian red, and both seemed nervous. Were the soldiers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/359665/ Why is it I write my best poetry when I'm sad? Ah, well. Another one from the depths of my archives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/359321/ "Father!" Screamed Mirage, dropping her sword, which greeted the ground with a loud clang, and sprinting towards the pit's edge, "FATHER!" Unlike Mirage, Arathas made no move to go towards the cliff. He blinked once, then twice, then three times; his multicoloured eyes catching t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356828/ "STOP!" Bellowed Fabien. Mirage's black horse ambled toward the spot, kicking up dust from the road. "What is it, Fabien?" She asked him, blinking in anticipation. "I can see their encampment," explained Fabien, pointing, "Over there."&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356823/ "So everyone's accounted for?" Fabien nodded. "There are a few who would rather come with us then--" "Unless they can fight, they are not coming. Can they fight?" "No, but we do have a chef, a woman who can control birds, a man who can re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356818/ A mist crept sullenly under the door that Ariadine had run her fingers over. As the mist continued to emerge, a feeling of inner cold and inner fear-- identical to the one Aria had succumbed to-- claimed the men of Arathas. Then the mist swarmed and glowed with a luminescent red light, blazing for t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356812/ There were no rougher roads then the Abororiean one that now felt the pound of one hundred Stormbringing feet. There was a cacophony of sounds to accompany that unyielding pound, as well: The intense groans of the exhausted guards (Who had barely slept), the cries of rich children who were enthralle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356806/ "Thine eyes art most exhausted," Murmured the vampire, "So it shall be that you will fall to rest, nigh, here, as my voice fades you shall sleep..." "But I am not tired. I cannot rest." "YoU ArE TiReD, yOu WiLl ReSt." The voice was terri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356803/ Mirage awoke from her bed roll in a cold sweat, dreading what she saw through her peircing blue eyes. The Queen of the underworld's voice rang in her head. Discord has filed itself away, deep within her heart and head. She opened her eyes To see that Rayson shone brightly in the distance."Imp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356800/ Despite her threat, Mirage felt unsteady on her feet. The light that glowed in her dark blue eyes was fainter then when she had slain the giant: A day of fighting, traveling, and looking over her shoulder had finally taking its toll on the young Stormbringer. For a moment, the hunter stared at her w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356789/ The hunter pounded his gigantic fist onto the table. His blond hair blew into his multicolored eyes: One brown, one blue. His pale skin flushed as he listened to the private who had been sent to tell the soldier's master the news of their failure. Then his face became tranquil, he put his two pale f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356777/ The call of the mob's leader was obnoxiously boastful, as though he had all ready succeeded in the grim task appointed to him and his men. From the window, Mirage eyed him with a feeling foreign to her: total hatred. It coursed through her like an ancient power, and every inch of her heart wanted he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356773/ The trek up the steep side of the stern mountain left Susan exhausted. Her ragged panting was the only sound that accompanied her slow progress, for man and beast both avoided the haunted mountain of Ivea. There were rumors in the village, rumors of spirits that prayed on the weak minded at night, m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356771/ That December night, the mysteriously dark clouds crackled with the visible energy, from the eminent storm, and the storm struck the lonely shores of the peninsula. There were few who would brave such weather, yet, a single woman walked with a practiced grace onto the shimmering crystal sand. In the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356768/ Power is desired, the storm has not passed; a new day is rising, and power won't last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356763/ As Elba and willam plummeted down into the abyss, a winged blur picked both of them up. It must have been strong, for it carried them through the updraft with the skill of Hercules himself. Before Elba slipped into unconsciousness, she saw the look of absolute fear on Willam's face...As they emerg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356491/ A Long title name. Heeheehee. Hahaha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356487/ Their journey had went without event, Rauko and Nymah had protected Elba well. After they arrived in a magnificent city, she'd been scrubbed within an inch of her life. Tangy mint leaves had been pressed on her tongue to improve her breath, and they had given her a new black dress rather then the we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356483/ Yet Nydia did not answer her plea, his eyes remained empty of life. The faint pulse that had went on a moment before stopped, and Nydia was no more. Gently, Circe closed his eye lids, a diamond tear rolling down her placid cheek. The one trickle grew to a steady stream, flailing from her eyes at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356481/ The moon's light had faded, the first rays of dawn and twilight speckled among the morning sky. The beast was running. Its fur was sleek and white as the nighttime stars, it was thick and blew in the wind. 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There was ought but ashes, scattered bits and pieces of the architectural genius that had once been Cesium.Jack was the only one who seemed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356459/ A black tent and a white tent were the only two left after one child after another found his or her way to a tent that ‘fit.’ Ironically, there were only two children left-- Niendel and Circe. Niendel wandered to the white, and Circe, the black.A strong, tall looking man stood at the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356457/ They turned and left, not noticing that the pieces were slowly forming back together....The pieces formed together, and the aged door screeched ajar. A blonde head poked out, sunshine hitting the locks of perfect hair and shining. Circe stepped out, watching Elba and Eliac turn towards the booksho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356454/ Eliac awoke quickly, with a jostled start, as a carriage stopped near her home. 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Arrine said, striding into the room as he bent to bite the terrified servant, "Come on, we have to go!" Wolfe looked at the servant for a moment before standing up, taking the baby from his coffin, and handing it to the servant."Go,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356447/ Even as he stepped forward, Lilith's hand grasped his shoulders like an iron vice. "Wait," She said. "Those horses... they smell like the devil."Dominick looked surprised that Lilith had echoed his thoughts so perfectly. "Yes, but they may stop for some oats or carrots o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356446/ "Doctor Howard?" The doctor's shaggy head soon became visible from behind the book he had been so immersed in."Wolfe!" He said, delighted, in the familiar American accent, "How wonderful to see you!""Has Arrine taken her medication this morning?"".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356444/ Dominick’s apartment was very small. 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And this is my story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/356437/ There comes a time, in every night,where all the night is day... And all that worldis gone awaywhile I dreamOf Azrael's Fangs My heart cast asunderin favour of blood And I wishhe would not force me to love him But I am powerlessto resist him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/355259/ “We must intercept that messenger,” declared Saluc, “The creatures may yet be mistaken.”“Those ‘creatures’  have ears, human king,” stated Silvestra coldly, and Saluc flushed; “No, we are not wrong. If we were, as you seem to be thinking, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/353760/ “I do not understand why someone would just attack Lamina,” said Saluc blankly, “particularly with fire. Surely they could have used it-?” Thodred shook his head.“You know your own lands better than the monsters in question,” the prince explained."Well, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/353751/  “Hail your superior, God-king Saluc!” cried Limerick, with an amazingly low bow, “On this, our twentieth day of council regarding this matter. May the hand of friendship be well lain for his person’s Dîarian guests, Queen Ceminara of the crimson city, and her he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/353739/ One Empire Three kingdoms. A Struggle For Power. Ambition. Greed. Forbidden Romance. An Ancient Curse. Bitter Rivalries. A New Power Is About To Emerge... War. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/353712/ A familiar cry of diplomatic fanfare disturbed Queen Ceminara’s breakfast. Seven important-looking soldiers, dressed in a strange, exotic looking orange strode meaningfully into the great hall.  “We offer our humblest greetings to her most illustrious majesty Queen Ceminara, lad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greystone/353414/