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,…
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,…
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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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.