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Inside-out by D. Wallace Peach #writephoto

“You will wed Nallea,” Lord Rydan commanded. “It is already agreed. This is not a lad’s game.” “She’s seven!” “In eight years, she will be fifteen. I will not argue this with you.” “I don’t know her. I have no … Continue reading

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The Swan – D. Wallace Peach #writephoto

The reaper perches on her bedpost, obsidian feathers secreted in the ebony of night. Below him, the woman lies supine, one leg extended, toes pointed. Her thin arms arch upward in a dream, supple as wings in spite of the … Continue reading

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The Rose Shield – from D. Wallace Peach

manipulated images from pixabay A peek at the start of my WIP.  Darkest Night. The ironwood pier below Mur-Vallis pointed like a sooty finger over the Blackwater’s swirling luminescence. Wraiths of fog pirouetted across the surface, trailing veils of white lace. … Continue reading

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Winter’s Creative Gift from Myths of the Mirror

image: pixabay Reblogged from Myths of the Mirror The holidays come to a hectic close and my favorite time of year ambles in. Here is Oregon, if you gaze out the window at the January weather, you’ll find a misty, … Continue reading

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Replay – Guest Author, D. Wallace Peach – Big Hearts and Artists

In August I was very happy to welcome D. Wallace Peach, author of Myths of the Mirror,  The Bone Wall and many other books,  as my guest today. Diana is a creator and shaper of worlds… a writer of fantasy. … Continue reading

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Sunwielder Moments – reblogged from D. Wallace Peach

Sunwielder Moments by D. Wallace Peach “I don’t think I can die, Estriilde,” Gryff said quietly, his first words since the peak of the bridge. “You’ve pickled your head in wine, Farmer,” Estriilde replied. They hurried toward her tent, so … Continue reading

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