Days and days more passed before Mellain devised a solution to the problem, and the woman kept popping up in his thoughts at the strangest moments. He’d simply never met a woman with such elegant features and such a devil-may-care attitude. She’d taken a sip of his coffee for Mortis’ sake! For a time Mellain couldn’t decide whether she’d been ( Read more... )

Sorry for the ludicrous length of time between posts. We had an actual state of emergency here in NW Arkansas and there was an ice storm that knocked out our electricity for nearly a week. And then after that I didn't have cable until last weekend. And then I lacked motivation for the standard time of 5 days. Now I'm back. To make things slightly ( Read more... )

And now one more, because I had already posted my prologue elsewhere. Wouldn't want to bore my own friends, after all.

Mellain sat up in his bed, brushing a shock of scarlet hair away from his face in an attempt to look out the window. “Bloody spirits,” he muttered to himself. The sunlight was streaming in his perfectly framed window, through ( Read more... )

Prologue: A Divination

It was Caphius’ favorite sort of summer day, the kind of day so gentle that, rather than pick up his quill or even his brushes, the centaur was fully content to simply absorb the scent and sensation of deep contentment that accompanied the midsummer weather. On days like these, the sunlight warming the high boughs angled its ( Read more... )

Hello LJ ( Read more... )