She rose like a goddess from the sea. Eiadassa was her name. She looked at me and said, ‘Unless you’re joining me, rider, I suggest you...

Catherine glanced at the filth-ridden boy who wore the same scent as she. It was the scent of pure desperation mixed with a bit of dirt...

The whooshing leaves feel nice, like a trance at first, but inside, my bones rattle something terrible. Perhaps darkness has a role to...