Thursday brought a lull in visitors, calls and questions. Tish spent most of it muttering at her screen as she worked her way through the first of a number of courses she'd found. Everything she learned seemed to make its way into the courier receipt spreadsheet. The file was different and more complicated every time …
She smiled, shook her head, scribbled a note with Circe’s email in it, and got back to her study of the submissions form, requirements and process. When Tish returned, Calypso handed her a list of answers to the main questions her callers and visitors had been asking. “Go through this and get familiar with the …
Tish put down the phone with a puzzled look at the door, then Calypso; shook her head, and returned to her research. As the clock ticked around to the end of the day, Tish started getting restless. Calypso was tempted to let her go early, but had a feeling it would set a precedent, so …
She woke to rain, of course. Heading to the Yggdrasil office, the umbrella which had raised brows in the country drew admiring second glances as she wove through the city streets. She had been in fairly regular email contact with Hel's offsider, Ganglöt, in the preceding week, so had some idea of what to expect, …
The Southern Dragon house made Demeter's, two doors further down, look like a suburban kit home. Her heart seemed to climb higher in her chest with every step up to the front door, so it was in her throat by the time she rang the doorbell. The door opened onto a huge, marble hallway. With …
It was some time before they started back down the path again. She asked. “How did you find me? I only told Jason and Hercules I was going for a walk.” “I saw you as I was trying to find a place to park. Took forever to find one, otherwise I would have caught up …
The house and letter opening elements of this are going to have to either go, or be seriously edited, this version gave a writing friend who happens to be a lawyer heart palpitations (not in a good way). The next morning, Lir Shipping’s reception area was brightened by the delivery of an enormous bunch of …
Herne gently raised her face with a knuckle under her chin. “Now something’s bothering you.” She felt her cheeks heat. “Um, well, Clio forgot pyjamas.” His eyebrows rose. “What did you sleep in last night at your friend’s place?” She closed her eyes, mortified. “Very ugly purple fairy pyjamas but Narcissus stole them out of …
He crowded close behind, reaching an arm each side of her to unlock and open the door and hustle her inside. Two furry faces poked themselves around the wall at the far end of the hall, Calypso called to them, then fell back against Herne as Holly and Ivy bounded forward for an enthusiastic greeting. …
She glanced over at him. "Should I worry about Jason and Hercules having a fight?" Narcissus tipped his head to one side and looked thoughtful (someone walking past them sighed). "It's unusual, but no relationship worth its salt is all smooth sailing. It'll be fine." "Maybe I should send then a quick note, see how …
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