It was well past midnight, but I was still awake, my eyes traveling the path of the moon's ascent as it inched across my window. Finally I could take no more and rose, flinging a light robe around my shoulders. Joscelin stirred and looked at me, his eyes alert and gleaming. "I can't sleep," I said. "I'm going for a walk." He watched me go, wanting ( Read more... )

I had gone to sleep chilly, glad for the blanket I'd wrapped myself up in, burrowed deep into its warmth. When I woke, though, I felt I was drowning in it, and clawed my way free to discover the world had returned to the state it was in before December had arrived, hot and humid and tropical ( Read more... )

The sun was setting and I was standing in what was to become my temple to Elua, thinking. The ground had been mostly cleared before the snows came, thanks to several days' work at weeding, and though it was covered in a soft blanket of white, I could see in my mind's eye where each piece was to make its home-- here, a bench; there, a fountain; ( Read more... )