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“What? No.” There was a stillness about her demeanour, a coldness he had until now managed to see past. But there it was. Her eyes, ice spheres. Hate...

Chapter Forty-Three McCain hammered the driver’s wheel in frustration. So the bitch had provided the lead, had somehow guessed his men’s destination...

*/ This poem is an ekphrastic description of Turner's wonderful painting 'The Shipwreck' which I once gazed at for a very long time in the Tate Gallery, marvelling at the depths of the colour green he had created to depict a violent sea swallowing up broken ships and desperate men.

Chapter 5. Trouble at the Mill. Amanderella woke early, refreshed and entirely untroubled by the valley’s nocturnal whistling. The Crooked Lantern...

51 “They sleep inside tonight,” Tucker said. “That they do.” After settling the horses down for the night, Trudy reached out and took Tucker’s hand...

Jade wasn’t amused. She was not jumping from this train; she’d rather confront and fight off their pursuers than tumble out of a moving vehicle ever...

Chapter Four. Trying Out a Spell. Princess Sarriette talked for hours about how wonderful it was that Rose could do magic. Rose listened, tried to...

Doggerel, nothing to see here.

45 The others exchanged confused looks. “It’s a whole thing, guys,” Silhouette said, “Chase, I mean, Davin here is just a big ol’ lock box of secrets...