She threw off her anger like a cloak, deciding to humor his madness.
Category: fantasy, high fantasy. excerpt from Flight, Book One of the Outer Flower
This Textured Darkness, #111
A cheeky youth who, every time their eyes met, winked or flashed a suggestive smile. Running his tongue over his lips, Elymas, on impulse, offered to buy him. He hadn’t anticipated the rage.
This Textured Darkness, #77
“Ranald needs his tonic,” replied Laveth. “He’s gone without for three days and his bones are needled with pain.”
