Karla paced back and forth, trying to absorb some of the calm from her garden, trying not to curse her ungainly figure. Even the land in full bloom, laden with fragrant flowers and early fruits wasn't enough to bleed off her fury. Warren's 'birthday' present had been delivered this morning, a bouquet of witchblood tucked in a grinning skull. Karla ( Read more... )

It was a nice, lazy day in Balmia. Another day, another beautiful warm and--wait for it--balmy day. A flower-perfumed breeze blew through the palm trees, rustling the brightly-colored feathers of the tropical birds and sending a few of the very ripe citrus fruits falling to the ground, where they'd no doubt be gobbled up by any one of the exotic ( Read more... )