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Elspeth and the Whispering Tree
“There was once a tree,” he murmured. “High up in Glen Brae, where no one goes now. My mother used to say it remembered things folk had lost. Names, songs, and promises. She called it the Ash That Whispers.”
Betrayal in Bloom
In the carriage ride home, Juliet clutched the damning bouquet, her mind racing. Who would do this? Who wished to see her reputation in tatters? She had cultivated only friendships among the debutantes and had never given cause for jealousy or rivalry.
A Betrothal in Bloom: An Intimate Q&A with Lord Nigel Ashcombe and Miss Mary Smith
What a contrast, then, to find myself this spring in the gentle warmth of Lord Ashcombe’s home in Mayfair. The couple sits near one another on a rosewood settee, a tea service between them and the afternoon light filtering softly through lace curtains.
In the Shadow of Orion, part 1 (of 2)
Beyond the opaline vines and light-spun meadows of Elathria, the sky arched lower, tinged now with the cool silver of twilight. The landscape shifted from crystal gardens to smooth, dark stone veined with luminous threads that pulsed softly beneath Lily’s feet.
Dust and Deliverance
Mercy crossed her arms. She’d not laid eyes on Everett Tate in five years—not since he’d broken off their engagement with nothing but a note and a trail of boot prints heading west.
Corinne and the Fox
But on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Corinne noticed something odd. The sun hung bright overhead as she collected herbs from her garden, yet no shadow pooled at her feet. She spun around, searching the ground in confusion—but where her shadow should have stretched across the dewy grass, there was nothing but light.