The Death of Us

The Death of Us

“Here we are,” Ennil announced as he swept open the door. “Home.” Vivenne picked up her skirts and climbed the stairs to peer inside. The sunlight didn’t travel far from the doorway. Beyond, the front room was dark. She lowered her skirts, but hesitated too long at the threshold. Ennil… 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...
A Garnet

A Garnet

Firal had never seen snow; not the natural sort, anyway. All mages had to practice creating ice at some point, so clumps of snowflakes and pellets of ice were not so foreign as to be mysterious, but the idea of it falling from the sky was still strange. Other islands… Read the rest...
Getting dressed

Getting dressed

“You should have come, it was a lot of fun.” Vahn regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. His friend’s expression didn’t change, though. He just stayed with his back against the floor, twisting and turning the bottle he held overhead, watching the tiny… Read the rest...