“Oh, yes,” said Laveth bitterly and closed the shutter with a bang. “There’s no use railing against what I can’t change.”
Category: general fiction
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, #63
Her father had left her in the road, a bundle at her feet.
This Textured Darkness, #62
“I hear the voices every spring,” Mirella insisted. “It leads me to the Spring Calling of Spirits.”
This Textured Darkness, #61
There was no disguising the dew on her feet or the altered expression in her eyes.
This Textured Darkness, #60
She yearned to reach out and touch him. It was an innocent wish for she was still a maid, but the need was real.
Susie and Nonna (a Harshbarger Mills Story)
I want to take Nonna to Mill’s Bottom, to a low, flat ground where people buy and sell everything, where money changes hands like water and hard cash is plucked down for junk.
This Textured Darkness, #57
There are twenty one steps above, each designed to break a leg or crack a skull.
This Textured Darkness, #56
Releasing the gonfalon, Mirella had managed to take two steps before falling flat.
This Textured Darkness, #55
Mirella had run the halls, feeling as though she owned everything in sight.
