That is what Daywen Athalia had come to. She closed her eyes to still the twitterings in her stomach. It had to be theft, or it would be a life of bitter loneliness. Her sister Llannyn suffered that fate. She, who had once been bonny and full of laughter, drawing the attention of many, had descen...
He pulled out one little pink heart, exposing it to the light. “Sweet talk!” it squeaked, a little louder than he expected. In surprise, he dropped it back in the bag. Oh, his nieces would love these! The nephews, maybe not so much. He suspected they preferred his previous gift: little circus ani...