I remembered a word I had heard the monks say, a word spoken with disapproval, a word as bad as a deadly sin. A word that was rich and alluring, a word describing something I knew to be wrong, but which I knew was exactly what lay in the pages before me. Alchemy. – Elise starts toContinue reading “Alchemy, Magic and the Origins of Modern Science”
The tree rested on the wall. Its limbs were so tired from the centuries of walking. * * * * © 2015 M. C. Dulac A very short story – new stories based around a picture, every week.