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The Queen was just coming into the main hall with a circlet of minuscule Alari ornamenting her snowy hair. Angari assumed full stature, something short of seven feet, and bowed before her. “Come, Angari, and let us discuss what you learned of the stranger.” The Queen smiled at him.
“And, what he did not learn of us!” Angari offered the Queen his arm as they walked into the garden. Continue reading
As Joe carefully tapped the last shards of ice separating the crew from the figure, his mind suddenly cleared. “What are we doing?” He whirled away to those behind. “Are we all crazy? How do we know what this thing is? Nobody knows where we are. We sent out false co-ordinates to the company. What if something goes wrong?” Continue reading
She seldom had a shape in mind as she began sculpting. The wax seemed to form of its own volition. Now, her fingers began shaping an animal. It was thin and hungry looking; it’s eyes curiously alive. Presently, a jackal stood on her worktable looking back at her. She could not look away. Her hands began to tremble as she reached out to touch her creation. “Cast me!” the jackal hissed. “Now!” Continue reading
We’ve been studying the Holy Bible you gave to Stilts.” Tears filled Angari’s eyes. “I am the only angel who has been allowed to read it and only a few of the elders. We are afraid the fallowfolk and the Alari as well would be terribly wounded even to read what your earth has done to the Maker’s Son.”
The tears fell down his cheeks. “How could you do that to Him?” Angari’s wings unfolded and he began to change into the incredible creature Zach had seen before. Then, his wings relaxed and he was plain old Angari again. Continue reading
Books by Donna Swanson, artist, poet, novelist, with descriptions and excerpts. Continue reading