Never lost

Never lost

“You come here often.” The sound of the priestess’s voice was no surprise after the soft melody of wooden chimes had announced her presence, yet somehow, Tahl hadn’t expected her to speak. He glanced up, regarding her translucent head covering with a pensive frown. He never would understand how the… Read the rest...
King’s Blood

King’s Blood

There was something unusual about the king. Tilda knew relatively little of men. She was a good girl who heeded her father and paid her respects to Brant each Somnday, and her few stolen kisses with Addan, the particularly handsome stable boy, precluded any great knowledge of the opposite sex.… Read the rest...