Lord Rivenwend of the North Star and Lady Siverstay of the Sun’s Dawning
The sentry’s voice carried from the tower, filling the courtyard below.
I find Anubis about a mile past the Amtrak rails, where the sawgrass of the New Jersey salt marsh turns to swaying reeds of papyrus.
In Malanihayata, the Ever-Changing City, there existed myriad ways for a smith to die.
Amy wrestled the key into the beach house door with one hand while balancing her phone on her shoulder, the whole operation complicated by the tote bag weighing down one arm.
It started when Leda lifted her head from her pillow and a dead fly tumbled onto her pillowcase.