Until the Lights Come Back On_Fenrir_A Bounty Uncollected_Love and Loss, Begotten Before Battle
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Until the Lights Come Back On
Ahh, the first cup of the day. Always the best. I pull up my seat to the desk and begin working on book three of my series, G-Is for String. I've been lazy lately, with the cold weather and gray skies numbing my brain. It's time to rev up the action and create more tension between Tina and her ex- boyfriend, Jake.The last scene I wrote left them in a bar parking lot, Tina hiding behind the building watching the plot thicken after Jake's wife found him making out with another woman at a cozy table in the back of the place. Gee, I wonder how his wife knew where he was?When he stormed out to driv...
Fenrir
…..……”It’s war. Making this proclamation was Fenrir the magnificent, undisputed king of the cat cabal. Born of noble lineage, rarest of chinchilla Persian cats. With a silky luxuriously thick white fur, finely etched streaks of black on paws and around the neck, he was spectacular.Fenrir resided in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. His owner, Lord Garvagh, was descended from the errant son of a noble English family, banished to cool his aristocratic heels in the colonies. Links to the famous Courtauld's silversmiths kept the family in financially good shape. Fenrir loved his home. The finest example of...
A Bounty Uncollected
The heat was the worst of it. This deep into summer, with an overflowing common room, the only thing keeping her at a comfortable temperature was the cold, cracked plaster wall against her back. Stale beer and sweat attacked her nostrils, amplified by the heat and humidity, whilst a cacophony of noise swept across her ears. The headache she could live with, but the heat caused her to bristle.She kept an eye looking across the crowd in front of her, as serving maids slid between packed tables carrying jugs of ale and plates of bread and cheese. It seemed to her as if half the beer produced in t...
Love and Loss, Begotten Before Battle
TW: Swearing and mention of violence.Long after the dust of the enemy had blown away the blank eyes of friends and comrades stared into the sky. Sir Danielle Longbow laid them side by side. The dead outnumbered the living. Merciless sun beat down on silent survivors. Shame kept Danielle’s head low as she carried scorched soldiers to lie in rank with the rest.Though they had held their own and beaten back an army of undead, the Nameless Knights had been decimated. Among them was Sir Lachlan Donaldson, a flame haired menace who’d romanced several of the women into fighting amongst themselves. Th...