Robyn, Duke of Amber wrote:

Ditto....

 <snip!>
  I turn back and ride away as I feel another darkling storm at my back.
 >  Time becomes a slippery mess painted by dali.
 >  A tree of iron spreads it's rust-tinged leaves. Crisp with a
nitrogen
 > frost, copper grass breaks underfoot. The sun becomes a bloody clock
with
 > a moon-sythed pedulum. A totro grunts in sleep. paper flowers open
and are
 > burnt by moonlight...
 > a timeless day passes.
 > I am home.
 >  Somewhere a lone wolf howls and I smile knowing it is white.
 >
 >                                     Robyn
 >                                  Duke of Amber
 >                                  Unicorn Knight.
 >
         One who was Wyldfire casts aside that mantle for a new name;
Gamlain,
 adventurer, worldwalker, and sometimes sorcerer passes a dark chasm and
 shivers as he looks down upon bedlam. Pulling his cloak tight about
 himself, he follows the tracks of another away and murmers "Ti's an ill
 place and I'd not linger long in a land unwatched by the White Wolf.
 Long may he hold mastery over the pack."
 
 >  > On Fri, 16 May 1997,
 > ROBERT MORRISON
 > wrote:
 >
 > >
 > > You know, he's got a point. Let's all have a big round of applause
 > > for White Wolf.
 > >
 
 <The dust rolls in the air as I loose the trail and find myself yet
 again in peril.  'Bah!' I say as wyrsa, like greyhounds crossed with
 snakes, rush in a pack. 'I'm never going to get Grand Unified -Started-
 at this rate!'  Slinging the things Washuu asked me to deliver out of
 harms way, I draw my demon blade, and am amoungst them.>
 
 Gamlain, Transuniversal Adventurer Extrordinare
<gamlain@hotmail.com; Previously bsheldo@a.cs.okstate.edu>