 | The Climber by When the first slanting sunbeams shone on the climber, he leaned on a ledge, gasping for breath. | |
 | My Love is a Fever, Longing Still— by Of course she’ll come, he thought as the waves moved the world beyond the shore. | |
 | Dreamscape by I dream often of Marc, / This boy I think I used to love. | |
 | Debt of Bones by 'Oh to hear these dried up old bones talk,' muttered Usarion as they stumbled through yet another mass grave. | |