February 2024

“Chiron had to carry me back!” Alkara, standing behind the parlor sofa, drapes herself across the back of it. “Carrying me in a sling! Like a kid.” She shakes her head while picking herself up from the awkward position. Alkara subsides into a calmer storm, one on the verge of breaking. “Dre had to cobble […]

Reverie broken, Alkara strains to see the entrance. The edges of her cell block the view of the man’s face. But the voice and posture could only be one person. “Dorië!” Relief cascades through her even as fear hems in from the sides. Dorië had come… but not Tharan. And Dorië had never liked Alkara.