Foreign Affairs: Chapter 9


Three months would be a short time to arrange such a meaningful wedding. The government in Gisland had to be contacted of course, but not before the official story was set straight with everyone who would be asked questions. The wording of the prophecy would be exactingly selected, forged on paper that looked far older…

Ain’t That Hell For Ya?


I woke in the morning as I always did. A crick in my neck from a too-soft pillow and a sore back from my too-hard bed, seasoned to perfection by a sore spot in my side where the loose mattress-spring always pokes. ‘Morning’ was, of course, a relative term. The clock read 4:30—hours yet before…

Foreign Affairs: Chapter 8


“What?”  “You heard me,” Greenglass said, giving Rowan a smug look over the top of her spectacles. “If only someone had been there to tell you about the complication to any trade route we try to establish in the north.” Did she gain something from being so meaninglessly petty or was this some kind of…

Foreign Affairs: Chapter 6


Ms. Cavallari, I was recently sent on a diplomatic mission to settle some matters in the countryside and ended up acquainting myself with a witch named Dr. Stowell. She has big plans for the future of her farm and is in need of some unconventional packaging. I’d like this to act as her letter of…