isra felle gold

Isra Felle Gold did not dream of sheep. The banquet was lovely, as vibrant and alive as the day it actually happened. The skies outside were a crystalline blue, white doves flapping merrily in the courtyards below the palace. Golden tapestries hung heavily between the massive, arching...

Isra Felle Gold stretched his wings lazily in the warm sun, laughing apologies to the irritated students who had to duck or weave out of the way. The librarian strolled across campus with a juice box and school map in hand, earbuds tucked securely into his ears, pristine oxfords clicking on...