Both animals were unshod, Ian having that done several days before departing. He had been traveling for some three weeks now and had made it to the land of the Seneca, having never seen a single soul since leaving the farmlands just west of Boston. The trip west through the Mohawk River valley wa...
Alyssa and Damien sat holding hands across the table, talking about nothing in particular as young couples often do. “Are we going to see Celeste at her next performance then?” said Damien. “Yes, I always want to attend one when it is in Paris. She always gets four good seats for Aunt Caryn and m...