After struggling to swallow, she groaned. Wayland’s tincture tasted worse than it smelled. The wretched mixture scalded her tongue and urged her to spit it out. Yet she badly wanted to sleep, and Wayland had promised the brew would do the trick. She would have rather drunk the pools of stale ale ...
You have the jet necklace.” Her mother sauntered to where Astra stood before the cherry wood cheval mirror, admiring the fit of her current favorite gown. She had to admit, she was glad to see herself in something other than solid black, though Lady Phillina’s gentle suggestion that it was past t...
The rising sun gave the world shape. She had preferred the muted shadows. Morning would make it easier for the soldiers guarding her to kill Drew. They said they wanted him alive, but she didn’t believe that. Their heavy arsenal of weapons told her as much. No matter how many times she insisted D...