A Vixen's Talent
On our fifth day in the jungle, the doctor died. It was not a quick death, nor an easy one. Not like Armand, whose eye had been pierced by a dart that lodged itself into his brain, slaying him long before the poison smeared on its needle-like...
A Vixen's Luck
I knew it meant trouble as soon as the cry went up: "Sail in the west!" It could have been another merchant ship, of course, something innocuous. I felt it an ill portent, though, and the worried glances Valentine and the mate exchanged told me I...
Meetings
It rained the day I met Kagami. The sky didn't weep -- the rain was a symphony; the rain was a caress; the rain was a promise, whispered, half-forgotten. I didn't shrink from the rain; I was in my element, and soon indoors. Imagine the club:...