"Rael investigates in Trellings Rest, and has a meeting he didn't anticipate."
The next morning was mild, if not as clear and sunny as the day before. Clouds hung in a haze over the sky, drab and dreary and promising cold and snow to come, but all in all it was a...
"Rael and Silmaria face danger as the situation around them spirals out of control."
Wordless, Silmaria burst into motion, springing forward to dash down to her burning home. Or tried to, at least. Before she’d gone two strides, Lord Rael’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist in a grip like steel....
"Rael searches for answers as things turn bleak at the Manor."
The shop was claustrophobic. Despite the blustery cold outside, the room was oppressively hot. Four sooty wall sconces cast off a weak glow. The rest of the light came from two stone hearths in opposite corners of the room banked...
"Rael lays plans. Silmaria feeds her need."
Rael still wasn’t sure he was making the right choice. He was torn between feeling he was abandoning his duty and honor, and the certainty that remaining here at the war camp meant it was only a matter of time...
"Aftermath of the battle yields questions for Rael."
"If ye can spare a moment, Milord, I'm ready to report." Rael looked up from a map covering the huge pinewood table in his tent. A variety of similar maps and charts were arrayed on the table and rolled into...
"Tmes are hard at IronWing Manor, especially for Silmaria, a unique servant with a unique problem."
Her eyes slowly opened, brilliant green wide eyes the color of emeralds or the green, green grass that grew in the gardens during the all too brief months of spring and summer. They were slitted. Like a cats, people would...
"An epic journey has its roots in blood and war."
Rain fell in a sporadic icy deluge. No true storm, it was nonetheless a persistent enough spattering of ice and water to make the battleground a wet, slushy mess of melting ice, frigid wind, and watered down puddles of mud...
"He was born to fuck with a leash"
Emily chewed her lower lip as her sister frowned at her. “I’m not comfortable doing this, Em.” “He’s just so confused. I’d rather just help him find his family. We really don’t need to involve the authorities,” Emily argued. Truth was...
"A non-erotic continuation of Myra in the Survivor series."
"A Nation is not conquereduntil the hearts of its womenare on the ground. Then it is done, no matter how brave its warriorsnor how strong its weapons." -Death Song of the Cheyenne Nation Part 1 Be On the Look Out. Bo awoke with a throbbing...
"Further adventures"
When I entered the house I found it cleaner than it had been for a while. I'd been too busy to do much more than a lick and a promise, but Ann had it shiny. She looked a little tired...