Over twenty years have passed since the ancient Ushani tablets were uncovered. Now translated, they reveal an epic tale that once became the pillar of a long-dead civilization. Like many cultures, the Ushani had a creation story. At the beginning of all things, the deity Wen-Eba created everything. He manipulated the vast colors within himself to form the beasts of the air, land, and sea; all creatures were given the perfect amount of life color according to their needs. Even the trees were created with their colors to be sustained by the earth. From the tallest trees, Wen-Eba sculpted the first humans, giving them part of his own spirit. He set them apart from all other creatures by not giving them color according to their needs. Rather, he wanted to give them life directly from himself, that mankind might be sustained by their creator. Tragically, mankind soon rejected the will of their deity, seeking their missing color in the ground. From it, they pulled gemstones and precious metals, colors that were meant to sustain the earth. As their world slowly starved to death, their retribution began to awaken. Finally the greed of mankind unleashed a vengeful being known as Wen'etra, "the flame that consumes all color." Though mankind had been ravaged by Wen'etra for many years, Wen-Eba did not forget them. A prophecy spoke of a hero who would someday rise to defeat the flame and restore all creation to newness and life. This ancient myth chronicles the rise and fall of the Ushani people as well as their redemption at the hands of their legendary hero, Aedliss.
... Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, ... A Noiseless Patient Spider A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a ...
An anthology of some of the best English poems.
Combining journal entries, poetry and formal e-mails, these books celebrate the sights, sounds, flavors, (and the physical and mental strain), of crossing mountains, rolling landscapes, and unchanged rural villages, as well as vibrant ...
There are no Formal E-mails, no Definitions, no Autobiography or Research here. And because of all that it is not, this book completes those first two in the pilgrimage series in a gentle way.
Karen Freeman! Was born August 22, 1950 in Newark New Jersey. She had a “BRIGHT” daughter named Kira. She Married Warren W. C. Freeman March 1, 1998. They were married for 13 years and 20 days. She “PASSED-ON” March 21, 2011.
Winner of the Massachusetts Book Award "A terrific and sometimes terrifying collection—morally complex, rhythmic, tough-minded, and original." —Rosanna Warren, 2018 Barnard Women Poets Prize citation In a poetic voice at once accessible ...
O. D. Macrae Gibson points out that the function of pyȝt as a concatenating word stresses its capacity to mean both arrayed and set.8 Gordon glosses the word as varying in sense throughout the poem between “set,” “fixed,” and “adorned” ...
This riveting poetry collection is a fresh and witty account of thoughts and experiences that everyday people have in their day-to-day lives.
SELL. IT. SOMEWHERE. ELSE. Well, you can take your good looks somewhere else Cuz they're not for sale 'round here... I've heard about you and the things you do And I don't need you anywhere near. Yeah, I've met your kind a time or two ...
I was indeed fortunate in being able to recruit a pair of talented , conscientious , and unfailingly cheerful draftsmen in the persons of Julie Baker and Kathi Donahue ( now Sherwood ) to collaborate with my wife , Sally , in producing ...