All the guests had arrived, at least all the guests Anya’s parents deemed worthy of a personal greeting, and conversation bubbled across the ballroom, accented by the chink and ting of porcelain and crystal. The Fortescue family were known for the quality of both their chef and their cellar, and the visitors were making the …
I hadn't planned on going anywhere today. And then I went out to the vegetable patch to pull some carrots for dinner. Gone, every last one, along with my sugar peas, normal peas and half the tomatoes. I have my suspicions on the culprit (yes, singular), I've seen evidence of a pixie in the area …
Anya stomped across the manor’s lawn to the woodland beyond. Whose stupid idea had it been to invite Lord Bernard to visit? He was a chauvinist of the worst kind, and she was two insults and a superior smirk away from smacking him over the head with the dining room’s carriage clock. Even her father …
Anya lay on her back in the dirt and contemplated moving. She didn’t think anything was broken or otherwise damaged but sitting up felt a little bit beyond her. She gazed up at the slope she’d just tumbled down. Steep, long, more rocks than was comfortable for a flailing human, and just enough undergrowth to …
They may have been more personal, but they were no kinder. Eva was torn between amusement and a growing dread. Her various cousins and second cousins each received gifts that were useful, but also pointed out a key character flaw or failure. Humphrey, for example, had been boasting to Eva over dinner about his plan …
They stopped for the night in the next village, even though it was barely afternoon and the castle could be seen on a hill in the middle distance. Oren said they needed time to prepare. His version of preparing was to take a pint of ale into the garden behind the inn and snooze. Mara …
Home to him, maybe. She knew nothing about it. “What’s your house like?” “I’m a single man in apprenticeship, or was until yesterday, no call to set up my own place. Matthew and Sarah have a good-sized home with a second bedroom. That’s where I’ve been living, and we’ll live together this winter.” Eleanor took …
Tessa stared back at the three people staring at her. “What?” “We can’t change her look completely; people would notice and comment.” Max was ignoring her, sort of. Bel nodded. “Yeah, right, we need to enhance it. Dial it up.” Juno was frowning. “But do we dial it up by going outrageous, or high class?” …
The hard bread she’d just swallowed turned to stone in her stomach. “He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He was bluffing. Who’s going to take on the business so he can retire to the Scattered Isles? Sebastian isn’t capable.” Cadan stared at the straight, tree lined road ahead and said nothing. Eleanor tried to breathe. “You don’t …
I was off to the castle again today, a little follow-up tidying and a chat with the ghost. There had been strange lights in the sky last night, and largely from over that way, and I thought it prudent to investigate. I made my way through the forest. The creatures were twitchy, staying out of …
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