I'm starting a new round of One Day at a Thyme and drew 'swamp' as the location for my cottage. Yes, I live in a swamp, don't knock it till you've tried it. My cottage is set on a comfortably-sized hillock/island in the middle of the Everwhere Swamp on the eastern edge of Wayfair, which …
He watched her leave, walking down through the garden rather than towards the main house entrance. That’s right, she lived in that strange village at the bottom of the cliff, the place Xavier was staying. He wondered what it was like to live in a place that had seemingly jumped out of the pages of …
The King wasn’t what she expected, he was shorter for one thing. And much younger for another. Laya glared at her Captain as they left the Audience Room. “Why didn’t you tell me His Majesty was a child?” Captain Sarish looked surprised. “I thought you knew.” “And how, exactly, would I know?” “Oh, yes. I’d …
The man outside stared at her in mute misery, she flapped her hand at him. “Oh come in, for pity’s sake. You won’t trigger the wards in your current state and I clearly need to have a proper chat with your poor wife.” Dragos wheezed. “Wife?” Daren put a cautious toe over the threshold, then …
Jenara entered the breakfast room and sat at her usual spot. She’d tried sitting elsewhere a few times. Her family either didn’t notice, or, if she sat in their usual place, she was treated to a vague frown and a shuffle to another chair. Her eldest brother, Vance, had actually sat on her once. So, …
"I'm so sorry." He paused, swallowing hard. "Please Kati, how can I make it up to you?" She refused to look at him, refused to move from where she huddled on the bed, back to the wall, eyes swollen and nose red. No doubt that perfect princess cried prettily. The snotty bitch. Dylan knelt by …
My peaceful morning was interrupted by Ulfgar. He arrived with the two criminals in tow and a cart of slate, apparently they’d been rather more productive than expected in the slate quarry and were here a day earlier than planned to fix my roof. I think they may have been encouraged to get on with …
I think I wrote this at the same time as Calypso and Herne were discovering Wildwood Grange, it's a fun little side hop into an alternate world and snippet of story The Green King is a powerful figure, tall and broad, his long stride and solid stance belying the silver mixing with the deep wood …
The glass shattered on the cold, marble tiles, but nobody looked at it, or the girl who's nerveless fingers had let it slip. All eyes were on the man in the doorway, surveying the room with cool contempt. It was his cousin who broke the silence. "Stephen, you survived. Thank the spirits!" Stephen raised a …
Delauney pretended to sip her wine and smiled vaguely at Gen’s story of her puppy and her now ex-boyfriend’s shoes. It was a good story, but it was the fifth time she’d heard it this week. Could their company’s new owners hurry up and arrive? Then they could get on with their happy meet and …
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