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She lay in the tall grass of the tiny island listening to the waves lap against the rocky shore. A light breeze, smelling of sea and salt, washed over the grasses and sent them to sighing. Celestia ...

“You failed.” The whispered voice came from the darkness.

“No.” Celestia answered. “I couldn’t do it. He seems like a nice man.”

“You must fulfill this task or the worms in y ...

“Busy, busy, busy. Too busy. Not enough time ...”

Celestia muttered to herself as she moved from room to room adding small decorative touches here and there. A pillow. A book. A plant. Th ...

“Dead sir.”

“Dead?”

“Aye sir. Both of ‘em.”

The administrator of Yew Prison was baffled by the sudden death of two prisoners who were being held in cells on either side of the ...

The Daemoness known as Lilith snapped her fingers and the prison cell was illuminated with an odd reddish glow that seemed to emanate from the very air itself. The light reminded Celestia of blood. ...

As it turned out, the City of Britain had no jail per se. Instead, those arrested for crimes against the King were held aboard a ship, aptly named “Hopes End,” which was anchored in the harbor. ...

Celestia spent the night sleeping just inside the entrance to the Britain sewers. Not all the way inside but just far enough that the sickly sour smell kept them out. At first the city guards gave h ...

… Everything had changed.

When Celestia opened her eyes she was looking at the sky. A sky so blue, so intense in its fullness of tone and hue that she had to squint and shield her eyes with her ...

Mirrors, dozens of them of any size or shape. James the Bunny Man told her if she placed two mirrors facing each other she could see infinity. She wanted to see infinity. She wanted to see where it we ...

After a few days, Celestia no longer noticed the stench of death and blood as the manor house began to slowly, reluctantly, surrender its secrets. There were all manner of books and papers. Maps and ...

ONE

She remembered it differently. At the time of the Cataclysm, Luna was nothing more than a collection of huts populated by savages. Now the savages had become merchants, vendors reflecting the ...

Today

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a thin mist began covering her body. The passage of time became irrelevant. The movement of the heavens, the stars, the planets meant nothing. Renthar’s ...

August 1st

She was getting used to grownups leaving. At first she thought perhaps it was her fault. “I love you very much,” her mother would say. “But there are matters of greater import ...

Late July

Celestia awoke to the aroma of cookies baking in the stone oven located in the downstairs kitchen. Fresh laundered sheets, smelling faintly of Gardenias, caressed her body. Sunlight ...

Mid-July

The scream was real.

Celestia sat bolt upright, awakened from her sleep by the scream.

“Aunt Aingeal?”

The house was silent.

“Aunt Aingeal?” Leaving her bed, Cel ...