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...