Phoenix Feather
A gentle breeze rustled the orange and brown leaves. It joined the soft, steady, rolling waves hitting the cliffside many yards below, a quiet symphony of nature’s eternal reign over the world. The ocean lay visible, though distant, through the trees,...
Phoenix Feather, Chapter Two
Tanya leaned back against the railing of the fishing vessel, its sails full, the soft rolling waves disappearing beneath the keel. The morning sun cast a soft, yellow glow into the fog, making the voyage feel dreamlike, as if the horizon were...