Part 2 I started feeding Pace during the most beautiful Indian summer I’ve ever seen. Lucky feeds the hounds once a day, but by September, Pace was… Read more “Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)”
Category: fiction
This Textured Darkness, #74
“Since coming to Castle Ursaulis,” Nan Maura told her. “I’ve seen the death of every Earth Child for the past three hundred years in my dreams. It will make no difference if your son is the King’s get.”
This Textured Darkness, #73
“How can I take another’s child as my own?” ask the Queen.
“How can you not? This child, this Earth Child, must live.”
This Textured Darkness, #72
The Queen sensed no meddlesome spirits about the girl — just strength and an intelligence yet untapped. Perhaps she was only fey.
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.
