Forlorn Part III

Brigid woke with a start. Her body tensed immediately as her eyes flew open. She attempted to move her arms but the solid feeling of chains attached to her wrists sent her body into shivers of panic. The room was dark and she lay on cold, wet stone. Pulling against the chains, she screamed for …

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The Jewel of Rajai- Part III

Once we had left the gates of the palace, the carriages were stopped and I was whisked away to my own separate travel coach. We were to travel separately in case of attack but also to keep us from doing anything untoward until our official wedding ceremony before the Rajaian High Priestess. When I stepped …

Novella

The Court of the Black Crane by Shannon Leigh Rivera In the Elven Kingdom of Tengoku, secrets rule the land. Where one hand plots, the other is extended in friendship. The shadows are always one’s ally, especially in the Court of the Black Crane.

Forlorn- Part II

Down through the well-worn mountain paths, Saoirse picked through patches of wild autumn flowers scouring for herbs and seeds and whatever else she could find in the heavy mist. Ardal wandered close by and searched under fallen logs and rocky outcroppings for game to chase.  The sun was a faint glimmer in the sky, barely …

The Jewel of Rajai- Part II

After we had returned to the hall Rahmi and I were separated to be prepared for the binding ceremony. I whisked off to a massive chamber where the Queen and her attendants were waiting. They dressed me with smiles and laughter, fawning over my pale hair and skin and my ‘sky eyes’ as one servant …

Unrequited

I had drunk more than eight shots of whiskey. Two was my limit but tonight was different. Not just because it was the end of the Aglianian war, but because it was the end of other things as well. “It’s over Lia,” he had told me. “You knew this couldn’t last forever,” he had said …