Wages: Chapter One
**part one: the colony** **chapter one: a storyteller's death** the perennials were in bloom, illuminating the mountain valley with the violet splendor of a million purple lilacs under the springtime sun.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Four
We call ourselves the storytellers, because we use such stories to learn how to better guide our lives. so, asking who tells the storytellers' story is our way of keeping ourselves in check, as it were.
Artist, Dreamer, Storyteller, Terror
**artist, dreamer, storyteller, terror** by xenny diemes a long time ago, there was a young and beautiful woman who love to tell stories with needle and thread, make dresses from local folks to the highest members of the town she calls home.
Ferret Chess
Ferret Chess Oh is this seat taken? Thank you, thank you, I really needed to rest my feet. It really is a beautiful day today isn't it? I tell you it's quite wonderful living here this time of year, almost magical. Oh my! Is that one of the pastries...
Eternal Instant of Darkness: Cahpter IV: Crashing Waves
"and here i was worrying you would miss the storytelling." he chuckled as he said this last thing.
Juryokine: Epilogue
"it was so obvious i was offended he didn't tell us," the shaggy haired storyteller insisted. "does he think we're stupid or something?" "i still don't believe you," wayli said. "how did you find out?" boam smirked.
Amphorae
There is richness, as my storytelling has told me, perhaps has told others. my time is not yet done, despite the years, despite the occasional failing of memory, despite the insecurity.
Mourning The Sun
The calf watched helplessly as the storyteller fell first, his usual cheerful smile replaced by a twisted mask of rage.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty One
"who tells the storyteller's story?" he scrunched his muzzle. "i don't get it." "it's a riddle, not a joke." mother chuckled, draping her wings across her body. "just...think about it. who tells...the storyteller's...story?" "the storyteller."
Arvians - The First Loresinger
"and what do you believe then, storyteller?" there was a crack of lightning and a low, rumbling peel of thunder.
Surface (Chapter 9)
Teacher yourself or happened to be part of the infinitesimal minority of renowned storytellers who performed live, published books and cds and made their living from it, it hadn't been something that there'd been that much money to make from.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters Eighty Five - Ninety One
Other than that, he wants to end the storytellers forever, and liberate their colonies. basically, i was doing, years ago." "uh huh."