He won’t want to risk becoming redundant.”
so much expressed in just this one sentence
Manwen in his silk blue trousers and elaborate black vest, the one with the golden serpent, and Skippy in his rags, shifting his weight between his good leg and his bad.
"Orn monks" were mentioned previous to this in the sentence, then the Monk's safe house, so the use of "their becomes momentarily confusing..
the Monks’ safe houses had become their
An artist cannot really decide what to "be", one has no choice. This is written exactly how it feels to create. This, along with the opening paragraph introducing the weaver's craft, breathes life into theme. Great depth, entirely believable.
Yet when Rena came before it, she knew what to do. She merely set the warp threads into the harness spools, then opened her mind to the colors. The colors were always there, begging to be expressed. There was no planning involved.
glass artist, avid cyclist, surfer, professional slacker my blog: 2wheels4us.com
glass artist, avid cyclist, surfer, professional slacker my blog: 2wheels4us.com
Teller of tales. Part-time astronaut. Padawan verbomancer. Unicorn tamer.
