C.M. O’SlataraThe Price of MagicThere really isn’t a call for cobblers anymore. Sure, I get the local-vors that come in wanting me to fix the strap on their Birkenstock…Mar 15, 20192Mar 15, 20192
C.M. O’SlatarainThe Mad RiverThe Queen’s PetGronk is what they call me. It’s not a good name, but it’s the one Den Mother gave me- the only goblin word she ever says. It means food…Jan 19, 20196Jan 19, 20196
C.M. O’SlataraThe Light Orange and GoldYou run up the hill. Your legs are burning. Slowing with blood that flows like molasses in your veins. Threatening to stop you all…Sep 10, 20181Sep 10, 20181
C.M. O’SlataraMy Father’s ChairI sat in my father’s chair, because he couldn’t anymore. The arms got in the way of the walker. And so he took another and offered me his…Aug 21, 20181Aug 21, 20181