her wings are not broken, only icarus-singed... the written art of lilimist
t r a p d o o r
|| a novel
Sometimes dreams can come true, even if you should wake to find them gone like shadows in the morning...
t h e b u t t e r f l y v o w
|| mythic faerytales
Just beyond the grey world's sight we dance alone in twilight...
l u m i n a i r e
|| short fiction
She had been aware of their purpose forever, these feathers...
t w i l i g h t o p h e l i a
|| journal collection
So much of broken dreams and falling whispers...
e n i g m a
|| experimental hypertext novella
I can hear the stars themselves, singing....
e t e r n a l r a i n
|| poetry
Save me drowning in the stars...
s p i r a l p a t h w a y s
|| links
w h i s p e r i n g t i d e s
|| contact