B. Morris Allen

B. Morris Allen

Stories of love and disaster
Beginnings 055 – Payback
The shop is empty, floor dusty, windows shuttered. A trail in the dust marks a path to the back wall, where the proprietor stands with...
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Beginnings 054 – Contrast
“It can’t be stolen.” The big man shook his head, and swallowed the last of his juice. He pointed at the empty cup, and from...
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Beginnings 053 – Blackthorn
There is a black thorn bush up on the hill, where the slope is too steep to farm, and too bare for deer. The branches...
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Beginnings 052 – Crivăț and the Snow Curse
Once upon a time, winter was cold. Not cold like it is now, but really cold. So cold that your breath would freeze as soon...
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Beginnings 051 – The Path from l’Ome
There is only one way into paradise. It enters a valley that is wide and high, ringed about by cliffs and ridges and, at the...
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Beginnings 050 – The Coping Saw
Commuters trickled slowly into the subway station across the street, the detritus of industry’s great machine as it patiently wore away life to leave behind...
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Beginnings 049 – Autumn Mist
The dragon was old. Old and tired, and a little bitter. Oh, it was well enough for a young dragon to talk about ‘later’, when...
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Beginnings 048 – For this Rich Earth
Gather around, children, and I’ll tell you a tale of beginnings, and of ends, and means. This is a story of the early days, when...
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