The eyes burned, hunting, the claws turned blue…
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Everything Yellow at Least
Laecie felt the well of magic filling what she could only describe as her lungs.
Tooth Thief
I told you, she doesn’t eat the teeth.
Ivory Mud
Ivers are brutal, but they can be bargained with.
Treaty of Vengeance
Normally, I love the moon. But not tonight.
The Watchman’s Curse
Deep in the lowest layer of the wardmaiden dungeon, Aria lay flat on her back in an empty cell, tossing a stone into the air to catch again and again.
The Deliverer
In the first years after the Imperial war, Yasef’s father had given him to the magistrate—to Bryden the Great. The old man had said god told him to. But not before Yasef’s birthday, the one where they pronounced him a man. What was it that the prophet had spoken of him? “You will be the arm of Donumdonair…”
Robert Hood
Now that she was sitting up, the glimmering lake was visible through the window. Beautiful as it was, it’d be more beautiful if she had someone to share it with—and illogically, Robert came to mind. “Stop being ridiculous,” Kylie muttered. “He’s a fictional character. You can’t hide in books forever.” So instead of indulging in another daydream, Kylie dragged herself off the couch to make breakfast.
The Magic Quilt
He bought it on a dark street corner, just like in the movies. Rain poured, cars splashed in puddles as they drove by, and it was all cast in a dim glow from the sign at Archie’s Insurance. A man leaned against the brick building. He carried a wrapped bundle in his arms. Another man, tall and lanky, appeared further down the street. As he walked to the man with the bundle, he shook rainwater out of his eyes…