Ad Quod Damnum
Her mouth draws tight, a line of suppressed rage. It would have to do for a glare. The warrior sighs and considers his blade, pitted and stained. “Thou judgest…
Within a Regal Chamber
With brute force he enters the regal chamber, dripping the dark spoils of combat. The room is white and made all the more sterling by the moonlight flooding in…
Portents
They showed up the same morning on different doorsteps. Two baby girls, each in a small basket with a mewling kitten. Each doorstep was owned by a childless…