“She’s calling for you, you little bastard!” one of the hooded figures bellowed toward the castle. The castle’s double doors crashed open. Young Darian stepped out onto the stair landing, wearing buckled black boots, torn trousers, and a billowing white…
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The Proud Princess & the Chain of Human Agony
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The Proud Princess & the Monsters in Dreams
“Have you ever killed before?” she asked the boy. He didn’t answer. It was answer enough. “You don’t know the feel of blood on your hands,” she murmured. “And I do not think that a soul which began innocent will…
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All the Wishes and Whispers and Sibilant Hisses…
The Proud Princess continuation is on the horizon, I promise! I was distracted by expanding one of my favorite stories ever, a romantic and faintly gothic fairytale novella… I wrote the bones of this tale one snowy New Year’s Eve,…
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The Proud Princess Underground
Abruptly, he slowed their descent to a scant and floating sway, as if they were leaves, adrift and weightless, sweeping side to side and spinning in an aerial dance, and if she’d been able to ignore the suffocating knowledge of…
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The Proud Princess and the Wild Boy
“I’m sorry, princess!” the boy shouted, seizing her hand. And then the ground opened up beneath her. It was simply gone. Screaming, she toppled with him into a void. Continuing the fairy tale which I wrote in Czech and am…
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The Proud Princess and Eluded Futures
In the image, manacles glittered around her bare feet. A golden choker like a slave band encircled her pale throat. And she sat on the stone floor beside Darian’s chair while he lounged like a warlord on the upholstery, his…
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Dance in These Hollow Walls
A mysterious lady and a crazy woman wrote a book… Behold! A friend and I have republished a book we co-authored ten years ago 😀 Only she does not wish to claim her writing in it, and so she has…
The Proud Princess and Her Secret Yearning
Inevitably, the last dessert crumbled to its porcelain plate, and only he and she breathed into the solitary, crackling silence. That was when he rose, his cloak swishing, honey-gold mask reflecting the fire, and spoke. “Come, I’ll show you…” Continuing…
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The Proud Princess and the Offended, Flying Cat
“You’re cursed.”“Cursed?” the flying cat in the hat exclaimed.“I mean,” Damarishka said, “you were once human, and he cursed you.” She pointed at Darian.“Human? I hope not.” The flying cat shuddered. “Humans are so un-fuzzy and have a bad sense…
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The Proud Princess and the Mage at the End of the World
“It looks like the end of the world,” she murmured. “Maybe it will be the beginning of yours,” he murmured back. Continuing the fairy tale which I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun! What’s happened so…
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Sonya Lano
When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.
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