Amber woke with a start to a sound that was at the same time familiar and unsettling. The trill warbling of the willow thrush was a common sound during summer in the Silverwood; a bird that all young elven children knew well, and whose warbling call they often mimicked. It wasn’t a sound she expected to hear in the middle of winter on a river in the middle of Bantara at night.
Do you remember the Psion series of personal organisers / palmtop computers. Back in the day before we all took internet access for granted, before Google was invented and email was still largely still an internal corporate phenomenon, Psion led the way in terms of truly portable productivity. I’ve always been a bit of a gadget geek, and in the late […]