The Illusion Conundrum, Part V: Excerpt #2

He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago. … More The Illusion Conundrum, Part V: Excerpt #2

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I went on a mini-rant on Twitter on Friday about how I feel about music. I know I’ve waxed poetic about this before. (Try here, here, or even here. Or here. I sure do write about that a lot.) But I realized Friday┬ámorning that the songs on my writing playlist don’t necessarily make for “relaxing” … More Wild.