Rough month
Rough month, so here's a rough draft excerpt from Star of Ixchel.
Rough month, so here's a rough draft excerpt from Star of Ixchel.
The layout of the castle hadn't changed since the start of her sleep.
An hour and a half late for the banquet, Caelum was still drying his hair.
Zardria was having trouble containing the surge of loathing that had flooded through her at the apparent sight of her deceased mother.
As a consequence of visiting Sarai, Jules was late to the banquet.
Within her rooms she paced and fumed. It had taken almost too much energy to get her message through to the priestess. Now she waited for what seemed like an eternity for contact to be made between the priestess and Muerta—and for the Queen to be called to talk through...
That night Thalaea’s wolves slept in the forest, long and deep.
Anala stepped out of her bathroom draped in nothing but a towel.
Miranda had not shown up in the hospitalis again.
Yarrow awoke with a hangover that could kill a treecat, vastly disappointed that the liquor hadn't done its job.