Leif Irlin wasn’t a miserable man by any stretch of the imagination. Being the gatekeeper wasn’t hard, really, was it, it just required some standing and thinking. Both of which he was perfectly equipped to do. He was tall, handsome by anyone’s standards, his black hair was spiky no matter what he did to it,... Continue Reading →
losing grace
Grace was ill her whole life. She was a woman that was small, slight like a bird, who walked softly and made the whole room seem silver. She was never older than twenty-four. Alistair was a man already on his way to greatness, with red cheeks and dark stubble, and people flocked to him every... Continue Reading →