Ophelia, Beatrice, and Lilith had finally been granted an audience with the king. It was absolutely invidious they’d been made to wait, considering he had invited them. Continue reading →

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 →

Ysabelle loved the view from her balcony. From the perch of Highspire, all of Ebontarn was rendered in miniature. “What the falcon sees,” her mother had called it.

As a child, that confused Ysabelle, and she asked her mother what she meant. Continue reading →