Decades ago, two girls were too smart to pay attention in class, and instead of heeding their teachers, they would exchange journals in which they wrote stories together… One girl would write characters who were brash and brassy and bold.…
Decades ago, two girls were too smart to pay attention in class, and instead of heeding their teachers, they would exchange journals in which they wrote stories together… One girl would write characters who were brash and brassy and bold.…
By what cruel mimicry of ‘love’ should I—a man reduced to a thing which cannot touch you with softness, cannot kiss you with—what right have I to a woman like you? You of passion and flesh, of potential and ardent,…
“You loved ravens. You fed them from our bedroom window every eve, with the sunset around you like a blazing stage as you leaned out in your gauzy night things, your hair unbound, shimmering in the breeze…” His gaze misted…
“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…
“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…
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,…
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…
“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…
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…
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…

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