Quietly, softly, like a sigh from the sky, snow started falling again.
Bonnie didn’t notice it at first, too immersed in her sketch, bent over the desk as her hand moved over the thick paper of her sketchbook.
The yellow table lamp spent just enough light for her tired eyes, but when inspiration struck, there wasn’t any time to waste; there only was a pencil to grab and to sit down, pinning the pictures in her head down to the paper in lines and shadows.Read more
As dusk was setting around them, their party of seven was rushing through the forest, a chill creeping into each of their bones as the shadows in the forest got longer and night started to close in on them.
‘The hero party,’ Eon had named them jokingly, but right in this moment, with his lungs burning as he took laboured breaths, Auriel was sharply reminded that heroes often died young.Read more