Constance could barely keep herself from weeping as she bathed the most horrific wounds whilst her mistress slept an unnatural sleep. After an hour or so Sophima entered to thank Annatrice for her most altruistic of efforts, clearly delighted that her father had once more woken. The Princess was ...
The journey this time seemed much shorter; Sarazen’s mind churning new concepts, regurgitating the same scenarios without ever reaching a satisfactory level of closure. Had this awareness that Cole spoke of made the perplexed troubleshooter any more content? Certainly Sarazen did not think so, if...