The blade twirled as it went through the air-striking true against the fiend in tiger’s colors. Christine sunk into soft flesh with a snnnkt! And the tiger-man sank to the ground in agony.
It was a debilitating blow, but one he would recover from. For Sharp-it was surgery.
Sharp’s Hand caught a makeshift club broken from a stool that was heaved at her; the perpetrator was a woman dressed as some bird of paradise. Sharp yanked it from her grip and sent it sailing to the woman’s face-and as the girl caught it deftly, as Sharp knew she would-she struck with the blade across the other woman’s wrists, knocking her from th
The child in the bassinet cooed up at her, but when she reached for the infant, and the little girl grasped her finger, the babe went silent, looking up at her in a confusion that stilled her heart and brought a lump to her throat.
Did June not recognize her? Had she been away and from her touch for too long?
Jennifer glanced over her shoulder at the closed door of the nursery, wondering what she would do if someone were to come through. The wet nurse was already long to bed, George would not be up for very much longer-and even so he would not be up to disturb his daughter.
She looked back to the girl in the crib, a smile tugging at her
It was her smile; he knew it was her smile.
The first time he had ever met her it was the way her humor danced in her gaze, the way that the light shone in her eyes when she laughed that caught him.
He was in a new place, barely having a friend in the world, and she sauntered into his life-pulling him along into hers.
And then-like a spring rain-she was gone.
They met, they lived, they loved, and then she was gone. Pulled from his life by circumstances beyond his control.
A year later and he was a father; the baby left to him with no knowledge of what happened to her mother. He didn’t have a picture-he had a bracelet given to
With a small breath, June blew away the dandelion in her hand, letting the fluffy heads fly away with the breeze. It was a hot summer eve, the kind that even the wind was warm and provided only a small reprieve. It wasn’t unbearable however, not to her even in her dress and stockings, and the clear night sky helped to cool the relatively still air.
As a result of the limited gusts that fluttered over the grassy field she was sitting in, the dandelion heads lazily flittered to the ground scarcely a few feet away.
June wiped her forehead in an upwards motion-no one that cared was around to tell her it was un-ladylike or unbecoming. (
She certainly was an adorable little creature; with a long white tail and bright green eyes. Her face was absolutely charming, and she was flirtatious and friendly.
Uriel watched as she scampered about the lounge, enjoying every little pip and mewl that came from her tiny mouth. He even got down on his stomach and watched as she skittered under the furniture, pawing at loose strings-and even making some of her own. (Uriel could imagine Demitria’s face already; red and puffed with anger at the little kitten clawing at her ottoman, but he smiled lightly-knowing full well the little Sorceress would never hurt it.)
“Aniel!” He