Fair breeze, do you hail from one that I knew half a world past...
Lament for a City
Bridge
Don’t burn your bridges. They insist it. But, as I stand staring at the bridge I’ve crossed, I can’t help but notice the ill-repair that it has fallen into...
Every Second
What ever happened? Where did those mornings go when we would be woken by the golden spears of dawn piercing an ice chilled sky? Why do we miss those nights where we sang beneath the moon and danced with stars until we fell with weary feet...
Odd, quirky, with a slightly warped sense of humour, Thomas is a an author from the down-under, writing of life's oddities. Never liking to stay in one place for long, he writes in an array of genres, though will always find his passion in fantasy and sci-fi. Currently he is working on his passion project, 'The Ended Saga'.
