From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 14

“Start diagnostic,” Greyson said. Magic itched and stroked all around Heather’s torso and neck. Runes on the jacket came to life, some hidden within the lining, and still others doing something inside her very bones. A dull, throbbing headache sprung...

From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 13

Daniel DuCroix bobbed out to sea in the shadow of Fort Ouestin. This close to his own grave, the pitching and rolling of the small fishing ship moving beneath him was easy to endure. A distant figure on another fishing ship cast him a friendly wave, which Daniel...

From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 12

Heather shut the door, and sagged back against it. Her eyes lingered on the fresh fireweed flowers in the vase, replaced daily, and lit gold by the sunset through the windows. Her feet hurt, and her skin felt tight from another day under the spring sun. A lingering...

From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 11

Supper was better. At Marceline’s insistence, Roland and Neela had joined them. Some fast talking and firm horse-trading with the kitchens saw a station turned over to them for an hour. Just long enough for Heather to lose herself gratefully in the rhythm of...

From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 10

Ramdas and Adeeva parted at the door to the church kitchens with an amicable kiss, and a tousle of both his sons hair. Turned loose on one of the walled gardens in the little basilica, the boys set to their roughhousing with a will, whooping and shouting as they swung...