The Queen sensed no meddlesome spirits about the girl — just strength and an intelligence yet untapped. Perhaps she was only fey.
Month: September 2023
This Textured Darkness, #71
The message was both brief and startling.” She is a witch,” sprawled a bold, masculine hand, “Burn her.”
This Textured Darkness, #70
“And where is the Shivelite girl?” the old nurse demanded. “To whom is she talking? I trust no one.”
This Textured Darkness, #69
“The babe is beautiful for now,” snapped Nan Maura. “How will he look with his throat slit?”
This Textured Darkness, #68
Mirella was late, very late. The Queen tried to control her fear by primping before her mirror, but only a mess of things, scattering both pots and jewels.
This Textured Darkness, #67
Laveth despised Open Court. The peasants always returned with the same stories; the young lords always argued.
This Textured Darkness, #66
Those who attended her fledging functions were warmly welcomed; those who chose not to come were never invited again.
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (A Harshbarger Mills Story.)
I haven’t been feeding Lucky’s hounds. I hate them. I was, and still am, feeding pace, the monster dog Lucky flew in from Texas on a plane.
This Textured Darkness, #65
They’d dubbed her “The Peasant Queen”.
This Textured Darkness, #64
Even now, she didn’t like to think about her first trip to the city. A barkeep had given her directions to the castle.
