The Faerie, the Glashtyn and the Elf - Part 4
“The only ones we’re waiting for now are the spooks” called the wise women. “You are joking!” the faeries exclaimed, “who invited them?” They take away any fun…
The Faerie, the Glashtyn and the Elf - Part 3
“Would ye all just had yer wheest!” the glashtyn screeched, “I particularly want tae be here the night so if ye dinnae mind, can ye all pipe doon so we might…
The Faerie, the Glashtyn and the Elf - Part 2
The faeries came next. They floated by the scowling glashtyn and sat themselves down on a dead branch. “Good evening all!” the head faerie called out in an…
The Faerie, the Glashtyn and the Elf
Twilight had come and so did they. The stars decreed the place of meeting and so, one by one, they all appeared, and the wise women gathered them around…
Song for the Selkies
Heavy in my arms Won’t you fall asleep Gonna catch you in my dreams Like we’re swimming through the sea Carry you to shore One step at a time In a long and…
Becoming Sophia (99)
I didn’t know where I would go or what I would do when I got there, but I would figure it out. I had time. I was going to start over. The port citadel became…
Becoming Sophia (98)
A tear slipped down my dirty cheek, sweeping a clean path down my face. I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering how Jared’s kiss felt and wishing I could…
Becoming Sophia (97)
I marveled at the fickle nature of everyone around me; how few people I could trust and how I managed to be completely forgotten from the hearts and minds of…
Becoming Sophia (96)
I plunged myself into the crowd, blending in perfectly with the common folk. I pushed my way through, trying to put as much distance as I could between the…
Becoming Sophia (95)
I could feel Gerard’s hungry eyes on my backside, but there was nothing I could do about it and he was saving my life, so I suppose it was some kind of payment…
Becoming Sophia (94)
I hurriedly wrapped the shawl that Elsebeth has hidden in the wood beams around my shoulders as large boots trampled down the stairs above me. My neck burned…
Becoming Sophia (93)
“Silence!” the holy man cried. “This woman will meet her agony in Hell if God sees fit!” He began to read the proper words then, talking about my salvation and…
Becoming Sophia (92)
I stood under the noose, my hands clasped behind my back. I was a lady, so they hadn’t bothered to blind folded me. The crowd liked to see our tears. In that…
Becoming Sophia (91)
I was grateful for the dimness of the light that successfully hid my blush. I knew they were just trying to shut me up and it worked all too well for my taste…
Becoming Sophia (90)
“I’m the one in the dungeon and you’re the one cosying up to Andrien, so who cares? Little Cinderetta is exactly where she belongs--with the rest of the refuse…
Becoming Sophia (89)
“Marina! Marina wake up!” someone’s voice roused me from my almost-sleep. “Hmm?” I looked about, surprised to see a brightly burning candle flame nearby. I…
Becoming Sophia (88)
The dungeon was terrifying and dark, dirty and repulsive, but even worse was the ever present stench of rotting corpses and vomit, or rat droppings and human…
Becoming Sophia (87)
If you have ever seen the inside of a dungeon, my heart goes out to your poor soul. If you haven’t--consider yourself lucky. There was no light--not even the…
Becoming Sophia (86)
Elsebeth trembled. She looked at me with barely contained tears in her eyes. I swear I could see the apology there as she pointed her shaking index finger, not…
Becoming Sophia (85)
“Probably a turtledove,” the fake-me put in. By this time, even Andrien was looking convinced. “No! I’m no thief! I’m Marina!” Tears welled up in my eyes…