What surprised her was that Bendihollow didn’t have a town center. It was all outskirts.
Surely their father wouldn’t be so callous as to leave his son an heir to his own devices.
Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
She wasn’t the Marchess Cordelia Maripose Heartsalve Bellarin here. She was Delia the Maid
Spitebane chafed at the rear. He was far more used to charging in to the thick of battle and letting his men take care of everything else.
You put your lips on mine, Kosh thought. You gave me your breath, only to take it away again.
I have Corona, so my brain is not exactly up to snuff.
I did one thing that would save my sanity, my nerves, and my butt.
Devils like himself were always due punishment. If not for something they’d done, then for something they were certain to do at a later hour.
What you see as a picture for this blog entry is a stamp pattern for a much bigger forest…