The brown wicker basket rested off to the side in the main stables, next to the tack wall. Humming an upbeat tune, he watched as a shaft of sunlight illuminated the folded silk balloon, causing it to shimmer silver and blue. It seemed unbelievable that the beautiful pile of cloth in front of him ...
Marc Brunel. With the ease of one familiar with soliciting funds, his father had arranged a meeting with the majority of the tunnel’s important personnel. Without their knowledge of a pending event, the tunnel’s principals now gathered at the site on Cow Court. While his father and others poured ...
Thornbury’s arrival. A chill wind circled under her bonnet and sent it askew, causing her to remonstrate to the dark cloud directly above her. “Make up your mind. Rain or don’t rain.” The evil cloud teased her by aiming a solitary drop on her forehead before it scooted away. Leaving the overbrigh...