Gran stepped out in the fine misty morning, turned to lock her front door and started her morning walk to the coffee shop.  A damp, salty breeze blew in across the Irish Sea and promised rain was yet a few hours off.  She could hear the smart clip of her soles against the sidewalk as she walked uphill from her flat on Trafalgar Road, cut across the ( Read more... )

The waning moon weakly lit the deer track before him as Mycke picked his way through the King's forest. Though he had never been to the abandoned cottage, he was homing to it as if he was a messenger bird. The Sight was stronger tonight. Mycke was a seasoned soldier, formerly the second highest rank in the King's personal guard, and yet something ( Read more... )

( Be Happy For Me )