Welcome to The Ederren.
Here you will find excerpts, lore and short stories from the other world. Maybe one day it will see publication. Many lives, many perspectives, all bound in the same world. Regular updates no longer a possibility.
Enjoy your stay.
For a moment, choose not to look at what lay before you.
For a moment, close your ears to the sounds of the world and listen to that which is hidden within the mundane.
Time passes as it will, unchanged, unmoved, untouched. Yet what it leaves in its wake is everything but.
For the traveller by foot, it is as leaving one’s old shoes by the wayside. Perhaps to be used by one less fortunate, or more likely, to be forgotten.
The time comes soon to dance between the stones. In rings made long ago by hands of ancestors whose names and faces are long forgotten. Whose words we try as we can to remember, but through the ages have become something else.
The world emerged from winter, ready for life and seed.
From cold and sheltered homes, into the warm be freed.
And light will come to grace the sky, and show off heaven’s form.
But run along back toward your home, for so comes a horrid storm.
A response.
Bursting with energy and ready to act. Ready to take the world head on and take it by it’s throat. That all would submit and know that which is true. So all would feel that which is felt in this moment.
The Ederren 