Nightmares

The nightmares didn’t start immediately for Nysse. She’d been too busy in the first few weeks following the orb cleanup to have time to worry about nightmares. They did for Rhoelyn, though. She’d wake in the middle of the night with a shriek. Rhese was always first at her side, then Nysse. He’d would hold …

Affinity

“Come, my little bird. You must bundle up against the cold,” Lyranne Feathersong said the words softly, tugging the fur-lined hood on the girl’s cloak higher around her face and pulling it closer around her slender shoulders. The child stared up at her with owlish blue eyes as clear as the azure sky, her cheeks …