One of the things that really warms my heart in recent years is the appearance in public places of little free libraries. These little ‘take a book, leave a book’ exchange boxes are a wonderful way of sharing knowledge, recycling … Continue reading Still Free/Doors to Adventure #thursdaydoors
I am so sorry it has taken awhile to get back to the chapter and it was so good being with my dear friends of Domhan again. I hope you will enjoy this segment. If has been too long since … Continue reading The Rise/Forever Never
Then the surge filled her mouth, bitter like bile and wild like the sea; and with no way to hold it back any longer, the pain escaped with a vengeance. Continue reading To the Garden/Forever Never
Eagna gently moved his hand from her face and placed it on his daughter’s soft head. She looked serene in an unnatural way, drawing him into her soul as she gazed up into his eyes and answered. “This night I have looked death in the face and seen it surrender, returning our daughter to us. There is nothing I fear above this.” She smiled radiantly and broke his heart. Continue reading Terror in the Skies/Forever Never
Laoch groaned and shrank from her touch, and she felt something warm and moist beneath her fingers. As the first shards of morning streaked over his skin, Ella could see several deep scratches on his lower back. Continue reading Warrior’s Wounds/Forever Never
Mna went straight to Ella, embracing her warmly, and kissed her gently on the cheek. When their bodies touched, the life within Ella leapt as if in greeting to the child Mna carried. A tiny gasp of understanding escaped Mna’s lips as she withdrew and looked into the eyes of their friend’s new companion. Within the dark depths of Ella’s gaze she recognized hesitation and realized this was still the mother’s secret. She smiled at Ella, but a furrow of question creased her soft brow. She turned to Laoch and reached up to give him a squeeze, always stunned by how broad his shoulders were, how strong his arms felt as he hugged her gently in return. Continue reading Back to the Garden/Warrior and Huntress/Forever Never
A long silence followed as Naofa tried to stop the burning ache that fought its way up from her insides. How she longed to scream, to silence that voice. How much longer would she remain its captive? Swallowing hard, she smothered the longings of her heart, stilled her muscles and quieted her anger. All that escaped was a single tear from the far corner of one eye. It slowly brimmed over and slid down the side of her face, but she refused to acknowledge its existence by wiping it away. She let it reach her chin and cling there for a moment before dropping to the cold, hard rock below. If she thought that this would go unnoticed by her captor, it was only one of many self deceptions she held. For as it struck the hard surface it produced a loud echo, so loud that she had to cover her ears to ease the pain of it.
Continue reading Visions at the Altar