Greetings, werecat. :)

I hope you'll forgive my long absence; life calls and the internet sometimes makes me run like hell for real life. hehehe. But I thought I'd drop in on your world for a little while.

My very first thought might be something of a crit, but you know your writing is EXCELLENT and I wouldn't be here otherwise. "Jarred" - I didn't realize at first this is a name. "Jarred" is actually a word (past tense of "to jar"). So that was a little weird. Not a deal-breaker, though, and can easily stay as it is.

[But is death where it all ends?”] ~ This is exactly how I feel about most of your writing, my dear storyteller. :) You give us hints, and surprises, and never disappoint, never fail to put a spin on your character's lives that take me on transports into superbly unique worlds!

Oh, I loved that tale. But really - will you continue? I am one of your audience, and I am curious what else Thrain has to share. It was well-written, as always. I found nothing amiss, and thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere. :)

Regards,LoK

Wow. . . .

That pretty much sums up my reaction - an amazing story, and the way it was told around Thrain telling a village was awesome. I also really like the poem at the beginning. The description was awesome, and the whole creepy air surrounding Thrain's tale was just very, very well done.

Nitpick: "Somewhere in the distance a sog howled." It took me a second or two to realize the person in the next sentence was Thrain, but that may just be me, and I only mention it because its the only thing I can think of.

Like I said: Wow . . . just wow.

Cheers!

PS: Thank you for reviewing Cheating Death and Sketchbook in My Mind!