It was with a very, very heavy heart that I embarked upon the stair to my study. Upon the empty plane of my desk I most regretfully laid my account statements, my cheque register, a veritable mountain of receipts and vouchers of one kind or...
[PART I]
I stumbled down the creaking wooden steps in the gloom, wholly fixated upon and making my way toward a tiny, welcome spot of light in the darkness, a torch far below me. Upward and behind, I heard nothing from the Ty Bach.
I...
[PART II]
It was dark: as aphotic , as Cimmerian , as stygian , as tenebrous as something very, very dark .
The dear, warm, little golden egg cast a tiny glow a few inches from its nest upon my palm. I...
