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 …
There they were, just the two of them. Away from families and friends and expectations. Just them, just now. No past, probably no future. She put that from her mind. Right now, the most important thing to do was focus and savour this one, perfect moment in time. She looked up from the eggs she …
No sooner do I address the issue of my cardigan, then something else decides it needs mending. In this case, my roof. I don’t know who or what has been dancing on it, but the slate tiles are not looking the way they should. I have a few pointed questions for the bees. There’s no …
You kidnap the King of a large country and hold him for ransom. You are shocked when you receive twice what you asked for from them with a single note reading: 'Twice the amount to make sure he never comes back' Shaya kicked back from the kitchen table and sauntered over to the front door, …
The friendly maid appeared at the door of the summer house a short time later with two bowls, one of water and one of a finely chopped mix of meat, grains and vegetables. The maid nodded at it. “Orders of Mother Eulogia for the gryphonling, we’re to provide it every night.” A boy of about …
I spent the morning in the garden, my roses were overdue for a bit of a trim, and while weeds weren’t plentiful, it was always better to act early rather than late. Of course, with that kind of job, only half my time was spent outside. The other half was spent dealing with the ‘harvest’. …
You are a small god, with very little power or influence. But you are happy, and take care of your few worshippers as much as you are able. An extraordinarily powerful being stumbles bloodied into your sacred place, and cries “Sanctuary.” Jaeshra was sweeping the forecourt of her temple. It was a task far beneath …
The gryphonling blindly stretched its head forward and bumped its beak into her clenched fingers. It squeaked again and scrabbled its legs. She cautiously unfurled her hand and smoothed a tentative fingertip over its feathered head. Mother Eulogia’s hands appeared, one covering the gryphonling’s body and furled wings, the other using a damp cloth to …
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