death

The constant pitter patter of raindrops as they assaulted the black feathered parasol of the newly made matriarch toned out the small sniffles of the bearer, her eyes as wet and free flowing as the clouds above. Her face was already streaked with muddled mascara and runny eyeliner that had ran...

The cold, early-autumn air nipped at Percival’s face as his horse whipped across the muddy plains, two retainers trotting quickly behind him. Riding had become a commonplace hobby among the former-king, who had begun to use it as almost a way to cleanse his head of his frequent troubles. His...

The door creaked open to the dark room. When Gideon entered, he almost thought he had the wrong one upon seeing the figure lying near motionless on the sofa before him. When it stirred, he almost thought it a stranger, but then he saw the fiery red hair that so many had likened to a jam jar, and...