“You actually liked it?” Sarah stared at the woman in surprise ( Read more... )

The gathering had broken up quite rapidly in the aftermath of a minor heiress with a penchant for plastic surgery, collecting trophy husbands and manipulating family members for entertainment, coming up hard against the wrath of a Goblin Queen. While she was under no illusions that she’d personally burned bridges with this particular branch of ( Read more... )

As she looked over the venue, Sarah didn’t bother to conceal her sneer of disdain. The façade of the building clearly showed that it was once an art deco ballroom, but that illusion was shattered when you walked through the doors. It looked like the interior had been scooped out, to be replaced by something thrown together by the lowest bidding ( Read more... )

Sarah was currently wondering about her life choices. What was supposed to be a quick visit Above to catch up with her family, went a tad sideways when her awareness of the time zone difference had been out of whack enough that what she had thought was a free weekend turned out to be anything but ( Read more... )

Sarah was walking through Goblin City on Jareth’s arm. He’d finished his work earlier than expected and had met her at the studio to escort her back ( Read more... )

Sarah was having one of the minor disconnects she occasionally experienced when dealing with the world Above. She’d been catching up with Irene, who had been filling her in on the latest family gossip, as well as giving her a gleeful update on how well her charity venture was performing ( Read more... )

Sarah was helping with clean up when she asked Irene if she’d be interested in performing her stealth charitable activities in an ongoing capacity. Her stepmother made a noise that Sarah was fairly certain could only be heard by dogs ( Read more... )