Mag loved the witches’ kitchen, though it did not love her back.
In the margins of her textbooks, Sara brought the world to life.
Catrix knelt on the floor, shirtless.
The Sololfursson had said Ingolfur was too weak to reach the Goddess’s Isle.
For the novices of Kilavastin, the monastery’s position high on the cold, north-facing flank of the mountain was enough to recommend it to even the most austere followers of the Path.
Atynleigh leaned into the wind as she pulled her wool shawl closer around her face.