Across the yard through midnight dewcomes soft the silhouette of you,and by my bedroom lamp you seethe dimly glowing shape of me,translucent in my silky lace.You pause a glance, then push the pace,up ivy-covered trellis climbin moonlight green, as...

Prince Quan The pounding of little feet running down the hallway can only mean one thing. “Prince Quan the royal mother is requesting your presence in the throne room” The message was delivered by Yuna, my mother’s handmaiden and royal spy.  “Why the...

        Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about,...