Don't Say a Word

FraserNaomi did not bring an appropriate tithe this time. The book she threw in my face doesn’t count, and I refuse to let it. She walks in and out of life doing, and saying, exactly what she wants without recourse, and one day that attitude and overconfidence is going to get her killed. Like now, bundled against the bitter cold and refusing to listen to a Goddess-damned thing I say, she turns to me at the cave mouth, waves, and disappears with Wren and his closest men in their fox forms at her side. I chew my lower lip, shaking my head against their idiocy. I did tell them–all eight of those fools–that traveling into the lower valley today is unnecessary and stupid, but foxes are notorious for thinking with their pea-brained senses, and Naomi hates the word no. She wanted to see where they’re building their den. Wren and his flock are just happy to have something to do as a brutal winter drags into early spring. I tug my cloak closer and pull up my hood, following despite the fa

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Leap of Faith

NaomiFoxes love to party, which is a new little tidbit of information about their kind I wouldn’t have learned from my cousins, who have no opportunities to gather with their kind like this outside of their close family circle. The inner-mountain palace, especially the forest and village, has been transformed by hanging lights and music. Even in the early hours of night, a celebration in honor of the simple fact that spring has finally sprung in the lower valley, and construction on their new den can continue, carries on without an end in sight, and I’ve partaken in the festivities thus far. Food and drink is plentiful. I am not, however, a fan of the sugar-sweet meads and dark, bitter home brews the foxes prefer and make here, in house. I’ve been nursing my first, and only, glass of mead for two hours, perched on a rock on the outskirts of the village, while watching fox families converse at long tables set out for the occasion. The young ones have gone to bed, carried high into th

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Is This What You Wanted?

NaomiI have likely miscalculated. Very much so. It takes my mind approximately three seconds to catch up with the actions of my body, and when that happens, fear sends my senses into hyperdrive. It’s a thirteen-thousand-foot sheer drop to certain death. Fraser mentioned not all witches heard the call for sure, and if the jump was a failure, death was the certain result. What if I’m wrong? What if he’s not meant to catch me? I try to spirit, but my powers whine. I swear I start dropping faster than before. Head over heels, I rip through pockets of thick, wet clouds, my clothing soaked and sticking to my skin. The air around me roars loudly, and the world is all noise and chaos. I can’t even apologize to him after this as planned because I’ll be dead, and not in the cute, “breaking a curse” kind of way that Ian and Oakley experienced. Dead, dead. Splattered into millions of pieces on a rock that hasn’t seen the light of day in hundreds of thousands of years–that kind of dead. I

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Don't Say a Word

Leap of Faith

Is This What You Wanted?