“I don’t relish slaughter, but the man was most unreasonable. Stiff-necked and proud.”
“This is not a gentlemanly conveyance,” protested Ondred.
The smoke wrapped around them like a worn blanket, memorizing each form.
“Dragons are worms. I find them sad.”
The Blood Wars would cost the lives of thousands. It began over a bird.
The flower and the effects of its scent became legendary.
Shame is a fire, burning my core. Her name was Rena Davis, and I was the one who gave her the name of “Old Black Pig.”
Theodosia has been indignant all her life, mostly because she’s named Theodosia. “Why couldn’t I have been named Cynthia Jane?” she asks me. “That was Grandma’s name… Read more “Theodosia, Indignant to the Bone”
“His death broke the cold snap.”
“Times were different,” I say finally. “People minded their business then.”