serialized fiction

A flicker of light pulls me from my dark thoughts. It looks like torchlight shining through the trees up ahead….

You’re wrong. That statement has been playing through my head over and over again since arriving here. Because how could…

Later that night, I pace the floor in front of my bed, waiting for Livy to finish getting ready for…

“The men are returning to the field,” the marquise says the following day at breakfast. “There was some trouble in…

I’m wrenched awake as a hand clamps down on my mouth. Mallory leans over me in the dying firelight, a…