The Seed of an Idea

Auralia, still as death, like a discarded doll, lay in a burgundy tangle of rushes and spineweed on the bank of a bend in the River Throanscall, where she was discovered by a hapless old thief ...-One day in 1996, before Anne and I were married, we went hiking with our friends Jon and Anna in a vivid territory of woods, waterfalls, and boulders near Flathead Lake, Montana.Somehow, our conversation meandered from thoughts on the scenery, wildlife, bears, and blackberries, to explore … [Read more...]