Figure Realm Novels & Stories

"An' we think these are like, her suitors. Five boyfriends. Lucky lady." He traces his finger around the figures standing in the forest. They are in a perfect semi-circle surrounding her, each facing inwards. An elegant figure in a dark cape; a man robed in white with feathered golden wings on his back; some sort of vagabond or possibly a pirate; a dragonfly-winged faery prince dressed in green; a knight in shining armor. That's the Portland art scene for you. Someone definitely enjoys their magic mushrooms a bit too much. "I'm not sure that they're courting her," I say, gazing at the figures. The scene looks ominous to me.