The drizzle has changed to fog. A thick, heavy blanket of cloud with a bruised purple tint, as if the air itself is hurting. My visitor tonight wears the green tunic and cloth badge of a forester, and moves as if he too is bruised. It’s more memory than physical maladies that pain him. A …
It had been three days since Lord Marcus had taken Charlotte and Anya to tea and Lord Tristram still hadn’t visited. But…there had been such stories flying between the servants’ halls as to have Anya quite hopeful. She checked to make sure their mothers weren’t listening, then leaned towards Charlotte. “Apparently, Lord Tristram has been …
His thoughts seemed to be following hers as he pulled her closer and began kissing her with that focused attention Eleanor adored. She threaded her fingers through his hair, then froze. “What’s that noise?” Cadan sat straight and looked around. “It’s coming from the cupboard by the door.” It was a whirring sound, with the …
“And yet again, I do all the work, and Janice takes all the credit.” Maya slumped onto the battered sofa and took a swig from her can of beer. Dylan was not sympathetic. “I’ve told you a million times, either don’t do the work, or make it so she can’t take the credit.” “Oooorrrrr,” Maya …
Area summary, according to Ilsa Rolling hills and lush valleys southwest of the Fall, including Moss Island; many wealthy individuals have large estates here. Our visit Our second outing was to the Vale, a wide expanse of rolling hills and lush valleys on the western side of the Cauldron.We took the first bridge across the …
The ruby lynx prowled the perimeter of its cage, glaring out at the people beyond the bars. It seemed annoyed rather than afraid. Affronted by the gawking gaggle of humans disturbing its peace. But it was so beautiful, so soft yet ferocious, so cute but dangerous. We couldn't do anything but gawk. Well, that and …
Abigail added the last of the ingredients to her largest cooking pot and stirred the gently bubbling brew. It was exactly the right colour, and consistency for this stage of the process. Now it just needed to simmer for a few hours. Which meant she had time for a little bit of pruning and harvesting, …
“Well it’s quality innit? You can see just by lookin.” The stallholder wasn’t wrong, the little silver snuff box was a high quality piece, but it was also ugly as sin. Deliberately so, if Jerry was any judge, whoever made the box had either actively disliked the person they were making it for, or the …
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 …
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