So over the past few trips to the confessional, I’ve been telling the story of all of my various writing projects. I never really intended for the Geek Confessional to be my authorial autobiography, but it’s kind of turned into that. Hope you don’t mind. Anyway, while I was in…
The memory of Azebel’s body pressed up against his should have buoyed Smythe’s spirits for the rest of the day, but the moment he stepped out of her chambers, his sour mood returned. What was that fool Bartholomew thinking? It was so painfully obvious that the girl was a fraud!…
Someone cleared his throat behind Bartholomew. He didn’t care. And he didn’t care that his knees were starting to ache. All that mattered was the girl. He held her tightly in his arms, pulling her close. “I thought I was alone,” he whispered. “I thought my family was gone forever.…
Edrys smoothed the front of her gown. The fabric simply wasn’t cooperating as it continued to bunch up around her waist. She fought off the frown that tugged at her brows. Maybe she shouldn’t have waited until she arrived in Darkshire Woods to purchase an appropriate gown. The tailors in…
Vance forced himself to keep walking at an even pace, head held high and arms at his side. The corridors outside of the king’s receiving room were filled with servants, commoners all, and it would not do for them to see him discomfited, no matter who much his thoughts were…
The chaos in the throne room gave Azebel the perfect chance to slip away. She didn’t need her magick to know what was coming next. Best to prepare herself for the inevitable confrontation. She slipped off the dais and headed for the nearest exit. Two guards in their best livery…