Disaster follows Fiona wherever she goes, so it’s no surprise when a waltz with Tyrell goes completely awry during his welcome home party. Everyone in town thinks Fiona is cursed, giving her nicknames like the Duchess of Disaster and Lady Fiasco. Resigned to her reputation, Fiona strives to lay l...
Shops had closed. The working poor had already finished their meager meal. The rich were indoors, dressing for evening, while their servants were busy preparing sumptuous dinners to be eaten late. The air smelled of onion soup, potatoes, and roasting meat. Talk drifted from the houses. Laughter r...
Others were too outlandish. Impossible. Then the dream whirled me to a place I knew. The dungeons of Stranje House. I recognized the smell of mold and dampness that pervades that place. Thick darkness nearly suffocated me. I heard someone crying. It struck me that Lady Daneska might have captured...