“Are you okay?” she asked, squinting at the figure; cloaked in darkness, all she could see was that it was a humanoid of some description.

The creature hesitated. “I-I think so.”

“No bones broken? Who are you? What were you doing up there?” Words spilled in a rush from her mouth, but were dammed abruptly as the moon sailed out from ( Read more... )

When Nix emerged, blissfully dry and warm and clad in a pair of heavily-patched jeans and a long-sleeved blue shirt with the words ‘FUCK THE SYSTEM’ scrawled across it, Gryff was still there, having returned to his sprawled-out position on the sofa. He gave her attire a curious look.

“Going a bit old-fashioned, aren’t you?”

She shrugged the ( Read more... )