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Author’s note: This update and perhaps the rest of Season Two will originally be featured WITHOUT PICTURES. Sorry, guys, it’s just story. I have inspiration for writing, the shooting part is evading me. I may come back later and shoot … Continue reading
There was a chill bite to the air that said winter was fast approaching, the leaves painted bright, tumbling on the breeze. But the sun was still warm and honey-sweet, and Kennedy had nothing to occupy her afternoon. She could … Continue reading
That couldn’t have gone worse if I’d been trying. Lock thought as he stared at the candle flame. He owed it to Tate to handle this well. He hadn’t been able to spare him this, he hadn’t been able to … Continue reading
Gray stood by the window of the reception parlor outside of the king’s study and stared out the window at Sir Wesley and Lady Jennica. That, he thought, was what love was supposed to be like. The shy fluttery smiles … Continue reading
“Is it sad how much I want to squee?” Jolene asked Heidi. “Over the fact that I’m getting married–or over the fact that I’ll be moving out and you’ll have more closet space?” Heidi teased.
“What are we doing here?” Heidi asked. Here was a break in the trees before the land evened out into cleared pasture and farmland, a brisk walk from the city gates. There was nothing, from her vantage point that would … Continue reading
It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Castles had always loomed high in her mind, probably since the first time that she saw Cinderella. Other girls saw the princesses in the Disney movies and thought “I’m gonna marry a prince someday.” She’d … Continue reading
“What in God’s name is that?” Lady Kennedy asked. Lock pulled his nose out of the book to look around. What? Oh. “The Servantus?” A brow cocked as the doctor’s head turned back toward him. “The invisible chick.” She pointed. … Continue reading
“Are you quite certain, Lady Kennedy, that you don’t want my seat?” Wesley asked as Kennedy settled back onto the desk. “Yes. Right now if I sat on anything soft I’d probably fall asleep. I haven’t done this kind of … Continue reading