As twilight welled out of the day, his music welled out of the night. It played through her hair, her breath, and wound windingly around her heart… luring her near, inviting her in… Continuing the fairy tale which I started…
As twilight welled out of the day, his music welled out of the night. It played through her hair, her breath, and wound windingly around her heart… luring her near, inviting her in… Continuing the fairy tale which I started…
“Fascinating as this is,” Darian physically stepped in between them, the skeleton half of his face in a grinning rictus while the half with skin was grimacing, “we’ve gotten off topic. Damarishka, were you hurt in the fall, or when…
“How can you grouse at me now, Cat?”“There is always time for grousing, my lady!” The dragon wheeled backward again. “Cease and desist!”“I don’t know magic!”“Very obviously you do.” Forward the dragon flew as Damarishka fell and Whisker groused onward.…
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,…
“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…
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…
Y’all, I am SO. MUCH. LESS. AGITATED! I still have anxiety out the wazoo, but I’m used to dealing with anxiety out the wazoo. The agitation was making me insane, though. A crisis every five minutes! No, you can’t even…
Continuing the fairy tale I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun. You might be able to just jump in here with part 5, but if you want to start from the beginning, all the previous parts…
I’m actually not in a good mood, just FAKING IT TILL I MAKE IT, y’all! So! Allow me to share stuff that makes me smile (or at least not barf): When I’m in a good mood, I love to mock…

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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.