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Category Archives: Autumn
It would snow for the first time that night, but none of them quite suspected that it was coming despite the bite that crept into the air as they celebrated the marriage. Matt and Rory found a solid, dry … Continue reading
The sun had begun to slant through the trees, amber patches appearing on the grass and bushes as they gathered in the arboretum for the first handfasting most of them had ever attended. The survivors clustered around the gravel … Continue reading
“Is that straight?” Matt asked from where he balanced precariously on a ladder that was a shade too short for what he was trying to do. The fact that the banner kept moving and trying to wrap itself around … Continue reading
Sun bathed the plaza, shattered glass sparkling in the light, turning into some strange, post-apocalyptic wonderland. We moved past the library and I shook my head slightly, brows knitting. “We’ve still got a lot of books to pull … Continue reading
I think it was a Saturday. It was cool and crisp with a slight tang of woodsmoke and dying leaves, of frost and chill. I shivered as I got out of bed—it was the first time Thom and I … Continue reading
He bowed his head, eyes sliding shut and fingers loosening their grip on mine. “Blood takes care of blood,” he whispered again. The pain in his voice was almost unbearable. He belongs to us. We belong … Continue reading
Phelan sat by the fire, propped up against the storage totes that housed spare dishes and silverware, his staff across his lap and knife in hand, as if he’d been working on carving it. His hands were still, though, … Continue reading
“I’m still not sure this is entirely necessary,” I muttered to Carolyn as she fussed over the darts in my bodice. She glared at me, pins her mouth. Behind her, Tala ran the treadle sewing machine, its rhythmic … Continue reading
“Your brother? I thought—” She smiled weakly. “That it was just Teague and I? It has been for a long time.” One hand drifted down to cover the hand he rested on her knee. “Seamus was older than … Continue reading