Warning: This entry may contain too many uses of the word 'Tiny'.

I suppose I should lead off with a little background information - Tiny people make me nervous. The smaller they are, the more nervous I feel. They're just so small... and delicate... and breakable. I'm always frightened I'm going to drop them whenever people ask me if I want to hold ( Read more... )

The old well waits ( Read more... )

Members of both families flooded the courtyard, all grace and honour and polite conversation. And false smiles. Those were everywhere. Good social graces can only do so much to cover underlying hostility. That was the point of the wedding.

Apparently, amongst nobility at least, family was synonymous with ally. This made no sense to Kristian. He ( Read more... )

The child wandered, exploring the back garden of his new home. It was big, much bigger than the little concrete yard they'd had in the city. He ran around, excited. The flower beds, the pond, the grass, all different sounds and smells and textures to what he was used to. He came to a pile of stones that was half as tall as him. Picking up the top ( Read more... )

So I seem to have drifted onto LiveJournal at last. Seems fitting that at a time I have far too much revision to do I'd finally get round to it. I mean, who doesn't need more methods to procrastinate, right ( Read more... )