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The Mist at Greystone Hall
The candle on the table flickered violently, though no wind stirred. A sudden chill slid over her shoulders, and Tabitha looked past her—ears flattened, eyes wide.
A Promise of Spring
She dropped to her knees, the chill of the damp ground seeping into her skirts. The flowers had broken through despite the frost, their purple petals lifting toward the sky as if welcoming the sun’s hesitant return. A lump formed in her throat.
Alina & The Greatest Show on Earth, Epilogue Part 5 (of 5)
The cottage smelled of cinnamon bread, and my aunt was kneading dough at the kitchen table, humming, while my grandmother cradled Isadora, wrapped in a blanket embroidered with protective sigils and stars.
A Pansy for Eleanor, Epilogue (8 of 8)
A splash of color caught her eye near the garden fence; delicate purple and yellow blooms pushing up through the thawing soil. Pansies.
Jed's Wild Ride - A Pony Express Tale, part 1 (of 2)
Jed was a rider for the Pony Express, and tonight, he was carrying a vital message – news of a potential treaty with the Sioux, one that could mean peace or war. Jed had been riding for hours, swapping horses at relay stations every ten miles or so. His leather chaps were worn smooth, his face weathered like the canyons he traversed.
The Oak and the Nightingale
Her favorite place to rest was beneath a great oak tree surrounded by a fairy ring of mushrooms. She had heard the legends—that one must be careful not to fall asleep in such rings lest the Fae lead them away.