Sometimes he’d commanded, sometimes he’d wept. Once, he banged his head against the cave walls.
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This Textured Darkness, #20
He knew nothing about her, save that she was young and clothed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned night rail.
That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1944
“Agnes, Woody Garrett is a married man.”
Agnes sat straight up. “But he said he loved me!”
This Textured Darkness, #19
The Seer had caught him coming from Nadia’s tent before he’d relieved himself.
This Textured Darkness,#18
“Wolves from the Nevers,” the boy broke his silence. “Father told me to run.”
This Textured Darkness, #16
He caught Laveth stealing wood from the royal forest, but rather than hanging her, Ranald took her to bed.
This Textured Darkness, #15
“I’ll send a feather dyed blue, its color changed from beyond. When you receive it, know that King Rand has been granted a path in the Deep.”
That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills story, 1944)
Agnes fell into his arms, and he’d taken off her clothes with an adeptness that was surprising for a country boy. Raw, green, fresh off the farm.
This Textured Darkness, #14
“I remember my father as a plunging warhorse. Fearless, but not always wise.”
Blanche Shaw, at the Edge
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
