Like much of the island, Karla had been dreaming a lot lately. Some of her dreams featured Triela, but most of them were of her parents. In the beginning of the week, she'd dreamed of them as they'd been when she was a child: amazing and wonderful and larger than life. By last night, however, she was seeing them as an adult and had spent most of ( Read more... )

After a long time talking and making up, it was a much happier Warren and Karla that had come down for a Christmas luncheon--which, at four courses, was still nothing compared to the Christmas feast that Mrs. Beale was preparing for supper. Karla had given her a bunch of Earth cookbooks for Winsol one year and Mrs. Beale had apparently decided that ( Read more... )

Times had lined up well enough that Karla's portal had arrived late in the night for both Fandom and Kaeleer. She'd barely stayed awake long enough to follow a footman up to her suite before flinging herself onto the bed and falling asleep ( Read more... )

There were suitcases open on the spare bed in her room, Karla listlessly tossing stuff into them. She wasn't entirely certain what she was doing for the holidays--likely returning home to Kaeleer, but that wasn't set in stone--so deciding what to pack was a bit on the difficult side ( Read more... )

A lot of things had happened in Faerie since the weekend, when Leda, Karla, Blossom, and James had taken down the tyrant. A surrender had been negotiated. An ally had been buried. The rebuilding had begunKarla hadn't seen any of it. Immediately after her plea for clemency had been delivered, Blossom had taken her aside and proceeded to bully and ( Read more... )

This time it was Karla who woke up first, as Fandom returned those gifts it had taken away. Most nights, being woken up by a wing-buffet to the face would have ended with sulking and poking at Warren until he was awake enough to apologize and make it up to her, but this morning it just made Karla squeal and grin. Especially when, a moment later, ( Read more... )

"See?" Karla teased, resting her head on Warren's shoulder. "I told you it wouldn't be so bad. It's barely even cold out ( Read more... )

So, two weekends ago, Jono had tried to make Karla pancakes when she was very small. That plan had been derailed after an overly-adventures little girl had followed a tiny kitten into Jono's bedroom and had gotten terrified by the lingering nightmares trapped in the plaster of his walls. Little Karla had offered Jono her stuffed animal to help keep ( Read more... )

Karla wasn't sulking. Not at all. That would be ridiculous. Sure, just because her boyfriend of two years had left three days before their anniversary and then hadn't called at all today was no reason to be upset. Neither was the fact that when he had finally gotten around to gracing her with a phone call, it was to ask if Karla would run down to ( Read more... )

Karla could hardly contain her excitement. She'd gotten a psychic thread from Helene earlier in the afternoon, requesting her presence at the meeting hall that evening. All day, apprentice and journeymaid Black Widows had been cleaning and airing out the building, the last of the patients having returned home to recuperate the evening before. That ( Read more... )