Happy late Thanksgiving! If you’re just starting to read this, or if you need a refresher on what’s happened, you can find previous chapters here. The straw of the cottage roof welcomed the flame from Damia’s mouth. Human screams filled the air. She smiled and circled the house from above. Their screams were the first …
Find previous chapters here. Nassty, tricky humans! Who did they thinks they were? Shouldn’t food know it’s food? In all Damia’s long life she’d never faced anything like that. Humans were weak little things, easily lulled to sleep by her singing. Their sharp, pointy sticks were only mild inconveniences—if she wanted to play with them …
Find previous chapters here. Nothing should have been able to wake Garrin up. He had collapsed as evening approached, exhausted beyond perseverance. The Princess had fallen asleep as soon as they were free of the carnivorous dragonflies, as had Verrell. Even Trace fell asleep earlier than him, after a few hours of helping restrain Sir …
Thank you for waiting!! Today I’m giving a special shout-out to Ashleydhansen. Thank you for faithfully reading and liking these chapters. As far as I know you might be the only person other than my mom actually reading this, haha. I truly appreciate you :) Find previous chapters here. And if you leave a comment, …
Find previous chapters here. Damia perched on a tall, sturdy tree. She had been flying for hours. Granted, she was in no rush. Even though her pace was leisurely, she still allowed herself a break. Her belly rumbled. Knights were gooood, but they lacked the substance she craved. Too weak-spirited to fill her for long, …
Find previous chapters here. Trace knew they were on a dangerous journey, she really did. The wilderlands were nothing to trifle with—except they were so magnificently beautiful and vibrant! Looking down on them from the top of Jerrett’s last safe hill had taken her breath away. Oh, sure, she had heard names of colors before. …
Find Chapter One here, Chapter Two here, and Chapter Three here. From the top of a hill, Verrel looked out over the valley ahead. The gray, desolate lands sprawled before them, swamp and forest, meadow and mountain blending haphazardly together. A wolf howled in the distance. Verrell barely managed to suppress a shudder. He had …
Find previous chapters here. At long last, here it is, my dear folks: The final chapter of The Kangraffs’ Curse. Thank you for sticking with it till the end, and a special thank you to all you who commented on or “liked” chapters. You were my motivation in the dark times when I hated this story …
Previous chapters are here. Happy Halloween! Their walk through Clachan, led by the sage’s old dog loping along, showed a country nothing like all the descriptions Steven had ever copied about it. Every book on foreign policy or nearby cultures spoke of Clachan’s beautiful vibrancy and fruitfulness. Now, in person, it was the opposite. Trees …
Find previous chapters here. “How are you feeling?” he asked Annette. The question could be interpreted as concerned, but truly Bill only wanted to know how long it would be until they could get to work defeating the sorcerer. The sadness in her brown eyes told him she understood his meaning, though. She used …