We are, all of us, music.
We are, all of us, fire and song.
While still babes in the womb, we know the song of the earth, the harmony of the spheres,
and as children we look out to the golden lands beyond the hills.
Ah, but so we forget
And lose ourselves in the mists of life
Where the story goes untold,
And we forget the magic beneath our feet
And our song is left a trailing note
Hanging in the lonely wind.
Sing! Sing, my friends! Burn brightly in the night,
and sing ‘till the song’s ending and the dancing’s done.
Over the last several years, I have slowly developed a patchwork canon within my body of work, offhandedly named the Djoricverse. This hub is an attempt to collect all of my related pieces into a single whole – revising out inconsistencies, expanding upon threads and characters, filling in blank spaces of the timeline, and overhauling plot arcs as needed. None
The hub is a bit bare-bones now, and far from its finished state (I cannot guarantee anything), but I wanted to get it up to at least show some sense of direction.
Jeremiah and Deer’s Excellent Adventure
One’s a time-travelling wizard. One’s a reincarnating scam artist. Together, they are crime.
Et Tam Deum Petivi
Sometimes, a normal life is all the miracle one needs.
House of Crows
There was a mistake.
Adventures in Capitalism
There’s a lot more to the good Doctor W. than just toys…
(Awaiting revision and completion)
A Canticle for Naomi
In her mother's footsteps.
(Awaiting revision and expansion)
There’s always a story somewhere, even if it’s not in the spotlight.
Not Canon, but True
Sometimes, what is true is not necessarily a fact.
This is the end. Farewell.