Round like a Ball

The narcotic Troll dust had now worn off, and with a clear head she found the neck of the sack, pushing her slim hand through, she worked the knot until it gave way.

Charley stepped out of the scratchy enclosure, shook the weevils from her coat, found the electric light switch, and turned it on.

To her surprise she could see a small creature sitting in the corner, looking up at her, quite frightened.

It was round like a ball and she could not figure what it was exactly - sitting or standing, it was about two foot high - more or less. Because of its ill defined shape it was near impossible to see just how big it was - yet this fellow was quivering worriedly in the light of the globe above, staring at her, with what seemed to be great fear.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Mystery Begging to be Explored

John Bauer 

When Charley came to, she had found herself back in the gardener’s shed, clutching the little mirror that Rastofarius had given her.

She was much relieved not to be dead after after all, yet a part of her was remiss all the same, to have left that paradisiacal place with those warm feelings that had enveloped her. The experience had been unquestionably pleasant, and the souvenir she had come away with, was a mystery begging to be explored.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Black Thoughts

"It's time to put our cards on the table" he said obliquely.

Puck nodded in agreement. The scrying ball had offered nought.

His telepathy was completely failing him - all contact with Charley was down, and the etheric web ether-net was giving him nothing. It was almost as though Charley did not exist - all trace of her had vapoured.

He pushed his black thoughts aside, but they quickly pushed back a moment later.

Goober got up, opened the door and ushered them briskly out, with a firm incantation and a stick he used to crack over their scrawny heads. The black thoughts scurried on their spindly black legs into two groups running for the corner near the door, hoping not to be seen, but with a clap of his hands and very firm words, he squeezed them all out of the room, closing the door abruptly behind them.

Puck had not even noticed this commotion - his head was bowed over the cards laid out before him on the crystal coffee table.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Searching Spirit Realms

The procession lined the pathway through to the cosmic dance - the spirit folk in their spirit clothes, travelled their incline with divine formation - onto the starry path, through to Heaven’s pearl encrusted gates.

The tides of the lunar force had swept over these pearls, as they formed in the oceans of Earth, and same substance now shone with their iridescent rainbows, at this portal of the Moon, that the souls would travel through.

Puck was frantic as he had ventured its length leading up to the entrance - looking to see if his daughter was queued, waiting to go yet further into the spirit realms beyond.

Was she amongst these pilgrims of the sky?

Suddenly Goober (Dr Fabaceae) appeared by his side. They were back at the flat - Goober had an apartment on the banks of the boggy marsh beside Lake Windermere. He sat back poised on his feather filled couch and handsomeness flashed momentarily across his long thin face. Puck noted this change distinct from his own sadness and confusion.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Fairy Blood

Trolls have long, yet selective memories. They carry with them a catalogue of complaint that spans aeons in human time.

It is no coincidence that the persistent stalkers of the internet are named after their disgruntled counterparts.

In point of fact human nature holds within it a small host of particles that are of the etheric realm … and some might well carry the characteristics of any one of its curious folk who inhabit the Land of Faery.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Calvin & Robyn

Robyn squinted, staring into the red dust swirl to see Calvin flourishing his arms. She would not have recognized him but for his voice at that distance.

“Is it casual day?” she said jovially as he approached.

Robyn had not seen Calvin wear anything but a lab coat, or Armani, and the sight of him in a T-shirt and jeans, put him in an entirely different scope … he almost looked like a normal man.

Unconsciously she was attracted to him. Robyn decided then and there, that she wanted him.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Rastofarius

Someone, or something was pulling on her toe. Charley yelped.

“Rastofarius!” she exclaimed in pure delight seeing her old uncle, now for the first time, since he had died.

“Rasty,” she hesitated, “this does not mean what I think it might mean does it?”

She searched his weathered face for an explanation. His blue eyes shone back at her and watered over.

Although of Elven heritage, Rastofarius barely wore the height of a dwarf and his form was stout like the tree stumps of the grange. He was not dressed in his usual work-a-day garb, but in a cloak of feathers pinned at the neck by a scorpion clasp toggling its weight with great style.

In his left hand he held up a mirror and she could see that it was of the Glock. 

These mirrors did not reflect back any image you might expect were you to turn around and look behind you … they were mirrors of a different nature, painted with the metal from a different moon; and they showed images of what could not ordinarily be seen: windows into other worlds, usually it was only the dead who could see them.

“Oh God!" she said abruptly. “Then it is true? That bloody troll has ended my life?”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances