* Under the moon wanders in after a long, parched journey, and once again lets words flow over his mind as water would over a drought stricken landscape.
Alas, I strayed too long from the path the wandering pen leaves on the parchment of the imagined world. Tricked was my mind into thinking seeing and doing was the greater in the ballance against creating and believing.
As always, Sir Phinehas, your stories draw the reader in, and make not characters, but people that become real in the minds of those who follow your string of words.
The one thing I thought did not fit was---“Do your best, then,” cried the man!--- Phinehas seems a man of soft spoken words and intent meaning. Not to mention he relishes a cleaver twist of words.
