Sir Waylon of Greenhaven had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. The cave mouth yawned before him like the gateway to the underworld, which, he supposed, it might very well be. His armor—still too new, too shiny—caught the morning sun as he dismounted. The horse whinnied nervously, sensing what lay within. "Stay here, Tempest," he … Continue reading The Last Dance of Valdoria
Short Fiction
The Weight of Knowing
The coffee shop buzzes with Tuesday morning energy, but Maya Morrison keeps her hands wrapped firmly around her ceramic mug, fingers never straying beyond the safe boundary of its warm surface. She's claimed the corner table again—the one with its back to the wall where she can see everyone coming and going. The barista, a … Continue reading The Weight of Knowing
The Confusing Middle 