Pictures Of Ennard Novels & Stories

“The house is large. People don’t shout.” “I don’t shout,” I replied. Colette looked at me for a beat. “Everyone shouts, Madame. Some do it quietly.” Then she left, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Renaud didn’t leave. He stood near the window, looking out at the river. The last light of day washed his face in cold grey. The scar near his jaw caught the light like a thin line of history. I pulled the card from my pocket and held it up. “You want to tell me what this is about?”

I followed to where she was looking and my mouth fell open. On the walls that the flame of our torch can reach, large portrait frames are hanged aligned. A certain man or woman dominates one frame each. The first one is a young man who has a serious look on his face. His eyes were intimidating that I felt like they were staring at me! It was fascinating! “Who’s this?” I asked but that’s when I realized that every frame has a label below them. “Philipian Neredo…” I read. I then noticed a green stone beside his name. That made me glance at the other hanging portraits.

The hurt in Alarick's eyes was so apparent that Erriene wanted to stab himself. Alarick nodded. "Your room is not far from here," he said, and they turned another corner. The castle was definitely huge, and very beautiful, Erriene had to admit. As they walked, Erriene saw a painting of a pale man with reddish hair on the wall. His eyes were grey and his smile was gentle and innocent, but with a touch of playfulness to them. Erriene slowed down. The painting called to him. He could suddenly hear whispers in his ear.

Enne's voice rang out, soft but containing firmness. Andhara did not say anything. She just stared at Enne silently, then took a slow breath. "What did you do to Nathalie?" Andhara finally opened her voice. Enne didn't overreact, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "I didn't do anything to her." Andhara gave a small grin. "I didn't expect you to be there." It was quiet for a moment. Then, after a few moments passed, Enne stepped closer. Her eyes were full of curiosity.

There was the tower, that rose above the ground in the smearing colors by the night and the risen beauty by day- -there were the birds that made only the music that pleased their ears -the chirping in the evergreen trees of Renné. There were these beautiful things that stood out, that made the city a lot brighter- all of which Zach Harrison Dempsey hated so much. Slumped by the corner of one of the age old buildings of renaissance was Zach, his arms sunk into the soft duvet that lined across his wide bed. This close to three hundred pound teenager, had always risked the fact that he was close to being bed ridden, as he still gorged on some leftover pizza from the night before-

“I need you to spell it out for me. What do you think I did?” “Playing dumb is unattractive, Esther,” Garnar says, “But since you want to be difficult.” He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a folded up envelope. “Here.” Taking the envelope from him, I open it to see a handwritten letter and a couple of snapshots inside. Pulling out one of the photos, I startle and nearly drop it in shock. This picture is a candid shot of Thea, having sex with a man who is decidedly not Garnar.