Tag Archives: Gray Miller

Silence answered her call. Aoife held her breath, she and Gray both staring at the trees, looking out for any sign of movement, any hint of life.” “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Gray murmured, gaze slanting toward her … Continue reading →

The trees were thick along the river as the wind carried them further along, drifting under sail closer and closer to the lake. Aoife held the tiller as Gray kept an eye on the sails, adjusting them as needed to … Continue reading →

They slept for another few hours, until the sun rose in the east, peeking through bare trees. Aoife woke first, sitting up slowly and ruffling Gray’s hair before she abandoned their blankets and started to roll back the tarp they’d … Continue reading →

Aoife peeked out from under the tarp they’d battened down, warily eyeing their surroundings. The way their boat bobbed suggested that it had broken free of its mooring at the river’s edge and probably drifted downriver during the storm. Gray … Continue reading →