You are as grain

Beorn sat, quietly crying, by the bed of his grandfather. He was no more than nine but he had been given the job of watching after his grandfather this day. His family had known he had been dying for days and so everyone had taken their turns sitting with him. He had been asleep for …

When it’s your time, come and find me

1. When I close my eyes on this world, seen all there was to seeThrough the mists I come onto a path worn fairAnd following it, it leads me to lands bright and evergreenWhen it's your time, come and find me, I'll be there When it's your time, come and find meWhen it's your time, …

The Well-Worn Path to Hell

Arwald, King of Witwara, lay dying. His men had been routed and his people ran if they were to live. The air smelled of metal, the earth under him provided no comfort. The battle would never have been won, it was inevitable, but to have submitted would have meant death regardless and an end to …