I have their minds & they are overwhelmed

The rabbit gave chase, the wild flowers sang, buds blossomed with the morning's dewy lick; here a rose and there a meadow, life was full of promise once again. Love was in the world and it was unstoppable - the ephemeral electricity that powers the life divine!

Energetic Love was the element absent from WAR Phoenix and the lesser games like it - so much of life played out in mime, but love it could not synthesise.

Whatever the name or costume, so many games are intent on the skill of murder - their purpose is rewarded in killing - with millions of thoughts transpiring daily of causing injury, from taking down warriors to angry birds.

And the astral world is saturated with this thought-blood spattered with a subtext that reads: "I have their minds, and they are overwhelmed".

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

His Lion-heart

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Pander, a long time assistant to the Woodward, sat beside Puck steeped in seriousness.

He adored Puck, having a fond recall of their time together in the forests of young Britain. "How is King Richard these days?" he enquired with a soft voice reserved for public events. The table quietened somewhat to hear the answer.

Puck hesitated and drew his eyes low, as if his vision of recollection lay on the table before him. He then smiled and said quietly "He does well, although I cannot tell you in this exact moment where he walks. He met with an unfortunate death quite recently - a surprise that could not have been foreseen. I have taken it upon myself to care for him, as friends must."

"Has his memory of it all quite gone?" Pander asked knowingly "Yes, yes it has - but his lion-heart remains the same".

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

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