As Anne Boleyn forges her way into a married man's heart and onto England's throne, she convinces herself that the resulting bloodshed and religious upheaval is a necessary price for the country to pay. But how will she reconcile the letting of her brother's blood when he is accused with her of i...
She stuffed the pouch into an old hollowed gourd that rested beside the fire pit, and then she covered that with a blanket of moss she pulled from trees that surrounded the cottage. The gourd still had the remnants of a thong of leather pulled through the pierced holes on either side. It made a g...
Two young boys scuttled to the corners when Cai entered, Alaysha but one pace behind her. She watched as they pulled fur blankets from a chest made of cedar. In moments they had a comfortable, almost decadent bed made for Alaysha, thankfully across the room from Cai. They never once showed their ...
<<<>>> Aislin felt her heart pounding against her ribs, trying to rouse her and free her from the tethers of fear. The smell of scorched flesh clawed into her nostrils, heightening the sense of panic that skewered her bowels. Another nightmare; it had to be. Just one more smok...
Contrary to his initial plan, he didn't let the fire die down at all. She didn't see him feed it, necessarily, but she knew he must have off and on through the night because every so often it would blaze brightly. Twice, she realized she'd fallen asleep and felt herself jerk awake. Each time, she...