Twenty-Eight

“I really don’t see why we’re doing this for them,” Lilith said. Ophelia and Beatrice were roaming the shelves of the library, grabbing every alchemical text they could find. Lilith, who sometimes at least started a task with them, sat this one out from the start, twirling her hair and punctuating long silences with occasional complaints. Continue reading

Twenty-Six

Isaac secured his rucksack and patted his horse’s neck.

“We’re leaving soon,” he reassured her.

He wandered back into the tavern, hoping to fill his stomach with a heavy breakfast before he set out. And hoping to finish before Garridan came down for the day.

But opening the door, he was already foiled. Continue reading