Holding her gaze, he sheathed his short sword and pulled the gauntlet off his left hand with his teeth. He held out his bare hand to her.She glanced at the proffered hand before laying her...

It was two years ago that I first met Yuki. I remember that painfully thin figure covered in dirt: malnourished, exhausted and carrying a sleeping child in his arms like it’s the most precious thing...

She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren’t quite working. “What’s your name?” “Stig.””Stick?” she asked, half ready to believe it. He shook his head and pointed his long index finger at the name stitched...

And then I saw her, who I could have only assumed with Aura Tsang, a very petite women, with the exotic features of those you associate with an Asian background complete with slick dark hair...