A Virgin for the Elves

~A Virgin for the Elves~


Micheal Marrion loved his grandfather. He would sit watching his grandfather’s hair and beard resting on his shoulders and breast with the same awe as one would watch the water of a waterfall move. When he was small he was allowed to make nests in his grandfather’s hair, and for many years he believed he had been hatched from an egg in such a nest. Continue reading