There’s something in me that insists it is summer, but that something has yet to convince the weather. The drizzle that welcomed my last visitor, hasn’t stopped for more than half an hour (at most) since then, and I believe that to have been a week ago, although it’s hard to keep track. I feel …
The mixture looked disgusting and smelled amazing. “What are you making?” Gretchen smiled as her teenage stepsons ambled into the kitchen. Trust them to follow their noses to food. “It’s some sort of chocolate cake recipe your Aunt Marcia suggested I try.” She looked down at the mess in the mixing bowl. “Unless baking makes …
Cadan needed help getting ready for bed but was already moving far more easily than he had in the bath house. They lay together in the dark, aware of each other, and their own bruises and hurts, sleep elusive. He murmured. “You’ve still never told me why you hate being called ‘Ellie’.” Eleanor sighed. “When …
They were being sent into exile. That’s if she didn’t end up in the dungeon for murdering her idiot babbler of a husband before they were delivered to wherever it was they were being sent. To never walk the rooms of this house again, to never visit the shops along the Queen’s Boulevard, to never …
I managed to change tense halfway through, hoping it's not too jarring. Area summary, according to Ilsa The area surrounding the immense waterfall known as Wynder Fall and the large churning pool at the foot of the Fall (the Cauldron). Many inventors have laboratories built into the cliffs behind and beside the fall. Our visit …
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The man held up the glowing sphere, all smug superiority. “See? You are the missing princess. You must be returned to your family and position. You have no choice.” May wanted to smack him with Mama’s frying pan. Instead, she crossed her arms and retorted. “I have plenty of choices. I can scream, and fight, …
I had a visitor tonight, stepping through the door, wet through from the drizzle outside. It wasn’t heavy, barely rain at all, but it had been going for hours. My visitor seemed bowed down by that rain. Is if the water soaking into their clothes, and running rivulets down their ashen skin, was leaden weight …
“How did he manage to get a reputation as a leading diplomat? He’s the most undiplomatic person I’ve ever met.” Lord Marcus looked across the table at Lady Charlotte, who was stirring her tea with a little more vigour than necessary. He’d ‘bumped into’ Charlotte and Anya, a little too conveniently in Anya’s opinion, as …
The dim, golden warmth of the bath house was almost painful after their trek. Sarah shooed them towards the mid-heat tubs. “Strip and in.” Evan was tending the fire. He made a point of turning his back to them and focusing on feeding wood to the flames. Eleanor was grateful for the courtesy but still …
It was the dip that did it, it always was. The dip in the road just beyond the Mitchells’ place, the one all the locals knew to watch out for, the one that all but disappeared when the setting sun fell just so and the road before and after stretched out in a smooth, level …
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