Affair with the Divine
"Will you speak for me?" The voice was as gentle as the waves on the beach below. Each word was a quiet crash of surf upon sand, pulled by the immutable tides. The words harmonized so perfectly with the waves that Mali didn’t answer at first. She chose to maintain her five year oath of silence.
her troubled heart, her lying mind
The moons’ light welcomed them to the small town under the Mersa mountains in southern Ihai. Larjah set out to find a smithery as Rudra sought a place to pray. They had agreed to meet at the town’s inn. Larjah released her winds, pleased when they returned the faint scent of Salali, the nightseeker she was hired to kill.
Like Spring in Winter
Kaylin notices the butterflies first. Black, swooping arches spiraling up from faint scars on the brown inner wrist of the customer before her. She takes the credit card, and looks up into unexpected green eyes of the woman who tells her to write Lyss on her cup. Kaylin knows what those scars mean.