The sky. He loved the sky. It was a strange thing to favor, something so plain and ordinary, something that most people took for granted, but I think that was part of the appeal. We sit and we stand and we reside underneath the sky day after day, night after night. No matter what may be happening on Earth; war, love, peace, disaster; the sky remains impartial, draped over the human race like an au...

I craned my neck to peer at the bed of hot coals. Though the sparks had died out long ago, the coals still sizzled with enthusiasm.

"Go ahead, place it on.” Cade motioned to the thick slab of glass that sat at my feet.

My knees buckled under the weight of the glass, but I ignored them, gingerly placing it atop the two metal rods that sat atop the bed of coals.

“It’ll be hot enough to mold, soon....

I’ve always believed that the eyes reflect the soul. To some, they are merely tools, their only purpose to serve the face that displays them. People who believe that have muddy souls and clouded eyes, shrouded by a dull mist. My soul is not choked by the colorless hands of tedium, nor are my eyes void of color and exuberance.

My eyes are rich and bright, a beckoning mirror into my spirit. A stron...

One step forward, one step back. The bright, hazel eyes of my partner were dazzling, but I was gazing past them. Those eyes that would have normally enchanted me were now just mere distraction, and a distraction I didn’t have time for. But looking out at the sea of brightly colored feathers and masks, all I could see were the eyes. They were my only clue.

Golden eyes. They told me I needed to find...