Children of the Nephilim,

Children of the Nephilim, Magnus said. Well, well. I don’t recall inviting you. Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. I have an invitation. These–she indicated the rest of the group with a grand wave of her arm–are my friends. Magnus plucked the invitation out of her hand and looked … Read more

How could poetry and

How could poetry and literature have arisen from something as plebian as the cuneiform equivalent of grocery-store bar codes? I prefer the version in which Prometheus brought writing to man from the gods. But then I remind myself that…we should not be too fastidious about where great ideas come from. Ultimately, they all come from … Read more