Josie woke up with the certainty that there was somebody in her room, and the cough proved her right
His vision was growing dark. He didn’t remember closing his eyes, but now he couldn’t see...
The police were in Margaret’s shop. They must be truly desperate.
The woman lay on the table, numbed by laudanum as I inserted the forceps into her leg. (Content Warning: Mentions Domestic Abuse)
One rider, wearing boldy-striped jockey silks and mounted on a golden mare, stood out in the sea of tan uniforms and bay horses at the starting line of the 1937 Grand Pardubice Steeplechase.
“It’s bad luck,” her mother said. Lyla rolled her eyes. Good fortune had finally come her way. Her husband to be was rich, and what did the rich wear? Black. Because class came before luck.
Esa squinted at the notice board in front of the Wanderstop Tavern. Two postings for the killing of one man was awfully inefficient, though she wouldn’t mind two payments for one job. However, reading over the contact information made the situation more sensical. One job posting was from a well-known paladin and the other from an up-and-coming necromancer. They certainly wouldn’t get along…though it might be quite amusing if they tried.
The snow is thick, the air is cold and the hunt is on.
His tears fall with the same steady rhythm as his feet.
The story of Severa continues in Gwen Cosmos' newest installation in The Blade of the Empress Chronicles!