Hallo, one and all. Welcome to my little bit of the web. I'm a culinary professional who writes in her spare time, so you'll probably notice that a lot of these stories can go quite a while between updates. embarrassed cough Like...QUITE a while. All of these stories are technically finished, however, and will eventually be written out in full. It all depends on how patient you are. ;) That being said, pull up a chair if you have a mind and let me know what you think of my mad little characters in their mad little worlds. Peace.

"What say I?" Weylyn smiled as he ran his hand over the blade of his rapier, opening a thin line of blood red over his palm. He clenched his hand tightly and a dark stream of red began to drip softly down to the deck at his feet. "I say the Emperor has grown fat and insolent indeed if he thinks the Blackwolf will surrender to the squealings of a puffed up babe." He spat once contemptuously. "That's what I say boy. Go home. Go home to your mother and your wet nurse and pray that I don't find you when I'm burning the rest of your city to ashes."
-Exerpt from The Marvelous Misadventures of Weylyn Blackwolf