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...

From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 9

Daniel found the boy weeping and shivering under the stairs of the ship’s top deck. That was where the ocean breeze funneled through the decking, and swept the lingering odour of rotten eggs away. The boy wore a refugee’s rags. Three more ships had gone...

From Spring’s Storms, Chapter 8

The sound of hooves on the flagstones of Adeeva Pramath’s farm brought her sharply awake. The centaur rose to her hooves, her gentle fingers soothing her two colts at her side as they stirred. The centaur mare extricated herself from the stall and stepped out...