With wide eyes, Agnes listened to the most ingenious plan she’d ever heard. Cora lived in an “in case of emergency” mode.
Category: general fiction
This Textured Darkness, #13
“As well as any knocking against the void. He suffers. He yearns.”
This Textured Darkness, #12
“I’m my father’s son,” the King replied. “if that’s what you mean.”
This Textured Darkness, #11
“Your father’s soul is at stake.”
This Textured Darkness, #10
A plague entered Casoria, and there weren’t enough men to sweep the dead from the streets.
This Textured Darkness, #9
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
This Textured Darkness, #8
The white rock was now gray, splashes of Tianne’s tears in stark relief.
This Textured Darkness, #7
In accordance with the clomping of the horses’ hooves, the farmer breathed, “Pigs . . pigs.”
This Textured Darkness, #6
The stranger was of slight build and indeterminate years, clad simply in a blue robe.
Blanche Shaw, at the Edge
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
