I never make mistakes. I thought I'd made one once, but I was wrong.

"We are all born mad. Some remain so." -Estragon, Waiting for Godot

I am the Storm Scribe. Let my words thunder across all creation! Let my imagination rain down and bring life to new worlds and adventures. Above all else, may you enjoy what meager gifts I bring...

*beep* *beep* *beep* The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up, and try again.

"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

Out at sea, rockin' steam dreams and pilot valves... Deuces.