"Falling Rain" by mutedsanity Kass made tick-marks in various places as the blade traced a path along the map of Meridell that only he seemed able to discern. A perfect birds-eye view, as he could see for himself now if he were to lean out his window. Which was not an action worth recommending. Floating high above it all, each modest dwelling and green patchwork of field looked as though he could crush them all under his thumb like insects. Precisely his intent. Where Darigan had lost, Kass would not. Could not. He was strong...
Peppermint Latte Poets Society The Peppermint Latte Poets' Society was one of my favourite things in the world. Our club meetings were the highlight of my week.
Card House Secrets: The Prince - Part Three "I suppose the two of you are here to question me about matters I must warn you are better left never discussed at all, especially not in public?"