"Since that first hesitant touch, he often, somehow, found me. In a deserted stairwell or classroom, alone at the bus stop, in the suburban woods we hiked in. I'm not being entirely honest, because somehow I managed to be where he was, alone... as if waiting for him. As if this was some kind of silent game we played, where I would wait, and avert my face coyly when he found me..."
“Kneel.” The Empress on her cut-crystal throne was as lithe as the golden snake armrests. Coll knelt instantly before her. A shiver […]
They hung her from the cliff-yawning walls, in a metal cage. If she had been a prisoner of war, they would have […]
The torches flared pink, orange, green, teal, blue. Colours maddened by rogue alchemists and their powders. The sand churned under countless feet. […]
The fog rolled in from the sea, choking the cliff and the castle. It covered the boat by the hewn stair. Boats […]
