It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for...

If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation – well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with...

She didn’t know what would happen because of this. But she knew that today, she would hurt no one. She threw back her blankets and though only of today.