Way back from Atlantis

Puck's seed farm had always been invited to these gatherings - for their interest involved the cataloging of rare and endangered pods and seeds they had retained and traded over the ages.

His family tree was known well, for they had revived the potato during its blight, reinvented the carrot; and importantly transported the seed stores all the way back from Atlantis - whose etheric plant powers were considered far superior and stronger than the material of present day.

They sat around a vast table littered with impressive foods and beverages. Before them lay the papers of concern, itemized to help keep them on topic.

It was a small group of just thirty, with the addition of a notary, who sat recording all that he heard with astounding rapidity.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Woodward

The Woodward spoke in treble tones, widely flourishing his knotted hands in time to his words delivered. His appearance was ancient, truly ancient, with folds of wrinkles engraved deeply upon his brow.

Although he was seated he still towered above everyone as they stood - for he was twice and thrice the height of other beings who were not giants. With a kingly presence and sombre regard, he was lovingly respected by each of the Fey - from the oldest to the youngest of natures.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Thimble Full

The Cow did not give over much, but what there was of it, was just what was needed.

The thin white fluid turned silver in the sunlight, and with etheric sight it was seen to expire a dancing effervescent energy, which had been hoped for.

Once drawn, it was placed into thimble-sized containers and then over given to the starlings that arrived every day to collect it. Fastened around their iridescent necks, the birds then made their way to the volcanic edge of Hades, where the Gate Keeper stood waiting to receive them.

No one had seen the child but they had been told he was still very much alive.

Puck could feel the purpose of it. He could feel success riding the wind towards them.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series 

Dragon Bangle

He felt strangely calm; until the General had appeared back again. He was walking around and around the Dragon, as if looking for something - or sensing something was amiss. He could not see them wince when he walked briskly beside Brogan treading on his foot. He pressed a button that sat at his throat, which lit up instantaneously opening the anal hatch.

Brogan quickly slid his arm back out - his wrist felt tender - there was some metal that came with it, looped around his wrist.

The Dragon snorted with snot spurting gobs in the air; the two jumped back, seeing the General take his mount, to then fast disappear. They looked over the hills and plains once more as he flew far from them into the distance. Both felt relieved he was gone.

"Nice bangle" said Nervina, noting the golden glint on Brogan's reddened arm.

Brogan could not read Nervina's mind but he could tell from his face what he was thinking. He said, "I'm not sure it suits me you know - I'm a bit of a bloke.... here, go ahead, why don't you try it on."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Larger than Life

For a moment he reflected on where his life had taken him - "life sure is strange" he confided in himself ... ending up here with his arm stuck up a dragon's arse. He never would have reckoned of that happening. His entire journey after death had proved so much larger than life. 

"I wonder if that is where the saying came from?" he mused, "for the death experience is most definitely larger than life, isn't it?"

Nervina could read his thoughts but remained silent - he had not lived a life on earth, and had no idea what Brogan was going on about.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Brogan had his Hand Caught

Brogan had his hand caught and stuck in the fissure at the back of the metallic dragon.

He had been trying to force the tendril-like porthole open further when the thing had clamped shut. It was of course, a security response to intruders. His wand was jammed inside there too. Nervina had tried to pull him out holding his waist, but Brogan complained that something was dragging on his hand every time he pulled back, and it felt excruciating.

Even though the two were invisible they were still very much a part of this virtual world. They could feel everything around them, whilst the others who were actually playing in the game, could not.

"If this thing takes off we'll be in trouble" Nervina said a little obviously.

Brogan thought the inclusive 'we' was inaccurate. He felt alarmed.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Marble White Fluid

Cow had been eating the pink flowers in the paddock, and neither Puck nor Goober had realised that this had been inhibiting her milk production. It was only when the buds had all been eaten, and she had no more left to graze upon, that one morning the marble white fluid appeared in the pail.

"Finally!" a joyful Goober called out to Puck, interrupting this morning's session with the highland Dwarves who meet together every solstice. Each had a coffee and cake, although some were still tucking into the cheeses. (It was the Dwarves who invented Cappuccino, named of course after the famous Red Cap dwarves of Europe.)

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series