“So, big day,” Merisa said. Gaele scowled further. She could feel the knots in her stomach already. Testing day was the worst. Testing for your robes doubly so. But this, this was worse than any testing that had come before. The testing for your patron, the supernatural being who would grant you access to magics … More Patron’s Choice (From the Archives)
The feeling was not of anger or of hatred. It was the bone sinking, gut wrenching quiet whisper of doubt. It was the thoughts Felicity didn’t even know where there until Gerrard had pointed them out. Her snappiness. Her temper. She was scared, scared for them all, but she’d never admit it. She’d never admit … More Fear (100 Words)
“So, big day,” Merisa said. Gaele scowled further. She could feel the knots in her stomach already. Testing day was the worst. Testing for your robes doubly so. But this, this was worse than any testing that had come before. The testing for your patron, the supernatural being who would grant you access to magics … More Patron's Choice (A Teacup Story)
“It was all so good,” Tristan sighed, into his drink “before you lot got involved.” The bodies didn’t talk back. They never talked back. “You know,” he said, reaching over the bar and pulling a bottle from under the shelf, “I really wish that time magic was a thing. That I could go back to … More Before (A Teacup Story)
Fyerik groaned, holding her head in her hands as she threw up into the bucket again. “Do I really have to try again?” she groaned, sipping the fruit tea that Hyacken had put next to her bedside table. Hyacken nodded, eyes sad. This wouldn’t be the first time she had seen a Seer struggle to … More The Otherworlds (A Teacup Story)
When Captain Iona finds one of her team dead next to a statue of Raem II, she knows that someone has stolen a cursed object with the notorious Queen Raem II’s tomb. But as more bodies pile up, time is running out to find out who the killer is. And Iona has her own secrets, ones which are more deadly that she realises. … More The Curse of the Silver (Short Story)
Junea pulled the reigns of Ceanol sharply, bringing her to a halt. “Why did you stop?” Kanek asked, pulling up next to Junea. Garne, his horse, stamped impatiently. He was an old racing horse, and he hated standing still for more than a moment at a time. “Do you hear that?” Junea asked. Kanek cocked … More Crossing the River Ine (Teacup Story)
