Spirits have a Knack

Spirits have a knack of being able to teleport to where the action is with rapid enterprise. It is not a conscious action most of the time - but more an energetic response to the life around them.

Whether it is active in the other worldly spheres or on the earth plane, a spirit can glide into events within milliseconds of this happening.

A good example of this is of earthly catastrophes, whereupon thousands and sometimes hundreds of thousands, of spirits will be drawn to a site of unusual activity. You can see them watching on.

And for the humans who cross over during those episodes of calamity, they only perceive a body of light at that time - not being able to distinguish the faces within that light.

Similarly the beings of Faerie can wilfully drop in and out of worldly life, remaining for the most part, invisible to it.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

George Befriended

Johnstone Senior had no idea that he had passed away leaving his extraordinary enterprise to his young, and only son. He worked harder than ever- very similarly to George the retired health inspector, who along the way had befriended him.

George accompanied Johnstone to every session, shadowing his newly-found friend and mentor. For what was a laboratory and manufactory but another type of kitchen?

A very sophisticated kitchen, George thought appreciatively, who was finally amongst the order and cleanliness he had yearned for- sanitary, ordered, a measured scientific establishment.

And because George was the only one to actually speak with Johnstone Senior, he accepted him as his assistant and confidant.

The two had quickly become inseparable.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Dream Romance

Charley had dreams - all kinds of dreams … some that were so real she could never be sure … and then there were the kind where she would picture herself in the arms of that one man who loved her and knew her like no other.

This man could see right into her soul, and accept her for the halfling she was.

He would be poetic, but not a poet. Masculine, yet never angry or forceful. He could be a master of words - though hardly speak. He would want her with the most urgent desire, yet wait for her to come to him.

This man was someone she could spend days with in perfect contentedness, in a space between them that was theirs alone.

When was it she had first begun to have feelings for Francis? She could not recall, only that now, right now, she wanted him to love her in return.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Elf-publishing

Self-publishing took on a whole other meaning when it came to the Elvish. Within minutes their works can manifest in a snap and they will be on the shelves.

One way of identifying a magical work is to examine its isbn - and if it has thirty three numbers you will know it is a book that is printed in fairyland.

Elves never interfere with the common laws of men.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Pondering

“Thus it was called pondering."

He stopped writing, and looked at this last sentence in a satisfied way.

In his spare time Puck had been penning a manuscript - a sort of self-help novella that he visualised as being the year’s number one bestseller.

There was of course an Amazonian raft of advice-type books and a sea of subjective philosophy upon which that raft bobbed and bounced upon.

However Puck himself enjoyed his own thought - so much so, he felt obliged to share it.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

At Stalemate

Francesco had pledged a life of poverty, yet at every turn his celebrity had attracted gratuities that he would quickly give away.

He noted, his entire life had brought him material blessings which upon denying would return again and again threefold. There was a magic to this that even he did not understand.

However, he keenly felt the incongruity of poverty about him.

Compelled by an electric empathy, his spiritual nerves could not withstand the suffering or need of another.

The Pope, on the other hand, did not perceive this and unwittingly took the actions of Francis to be an ungrateful proverbial slap in the face to Rome.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Candied Roses

"I offer you bitter orange peel and candied roses, and you refuse it. Do you wish to further insult my generosity?

“Publicly, privately you continue to be seen to be more holier than me? I will not, will not, abide this humiliation."

“I do not thinketh my wretched self to be holier than thou, oh most beloved - and I swear this that was not my intent.”

“Then why do you continuously aggravate my charity thusly?” the Pope had piped, finishing with a squeak from the lungs, dabbing his weeping eyes with an embroidered handkerchief.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances