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The Gilded Spine Collective:
Snowest White or Snow as she would often be called—was always very smart and a rather beautiful young lady— adored by her friends, family and most importantly by her father. This was a feeling not shared by her father’s latest admirer a woman we shall call Tabitha, Snow’s step-mother. Snow never understood what her father saw in this woman or what the rush was for them to get married so quickly.
Bette Jayne: An American Great
It was cold and raining for the first time in many months. A blanket of thick heat hung in the air collecting atop pooling puddles all along the muddy drive in Silver-Bell Kansas, near Lake Serenity—though nothing about this beautiful place felt serene. Betsy Scott hadn’t even thought about lakes, or rain or clouds, not even a single blade of grass. In fact, she hadn’t looked up at the sky in ages; she’d been stuck in her head—worrying about what the weather was like where her husband William was and if he was cold or tired or hungry. It wasn’t easy being a military-farmer’s wife.
The Lost Princess Adventure: Ruby Queen and the Godmothers Avenge
Princess Raelle stormed up the front of her father, King Kieron’s castle—well, actually, it was her parents castle but considering her mom, Queen Rosaline was missing, she had grown quite accustomed to calling it her father’s castle and this was nothing short of a technicality. She was angry and clutching hold of a broken piece of her crown.
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter Town
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter-Town Winter Festivities: The Intro— Sadie Jane was typed in a cruel winter’s shadow at birth, pegged in a cold, stark autumnal hue. Her name faired quite the opposite, hailing from a long line of terse lips and stiff, crinoline dresses. Sadie Jane was everything one imagined when they thought of childhood—a free-spirited young woman with not a care in the world.
Angels & The Vulture Collector
“Were you supposed to keep her eyes open?” Isla asked curiously. It was her first experience with a freshly dead body and she still didn’t know how to feel, she shook away the discomfort as she turned to the wall of oddly colored glass bottles displayed on shelves nearby; some had liquid while others had brined bits of organs.
Do Rivers Accuse the Sea?
Don’t go into Idle Waters after dark, for they are surely cursed. It was something Tempest Densmore heard her father tell her as a young girl, a story of four rivers glee. And so, in part the story began, and as such the foulest, quickest of the Rivers joined together at a fork to complain to the sea— “why is it that when we flow into your tides so potable and sweet, you work us to such a change, and make us so salty and unfit to drink?”
The Curious Case of Demetria Rollins
Elijah Walton Henry sat at a desk at Penman Press writing tabloids and local gossip when he stumbled across what would soon become the story of a lifetime. It wasn’t anything he’d planned but it just so happened to find him nonetheless, and find him it did, in the most haunting of ways.
Queen of the Forbidden Palace
She set upon me like fire. The curve of her spine aching for more. A lunar spirit in wild, throbbing throes. She lies calm and motionless in her cage. Her feet—bare and smooth held little indications of the chains that kept her bound to her post. She donned the most expensive linens, dyed—bright emerald green, tantric black and lively blue. Where most of the King’s women draped themselves in thick, floor-length gowns of muted gloom—Samaria ensured all eyes found their way to her, and before today she’d never thought of looking at any other man.
The Maid of Innovation
“Too bad there isn’t a key for this, a button that could make all our tasks happen without thinking. The mechanisms of the brain formed into a system that knows exactly what to do without us telling it…” Lydia moaned, tucking her hands back into the warm confines of her apron pocket.