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Happy Friday everyone! Today our story takes us back to Nailha in the kitchens of Vandaven house. But first, since I write fiction, many of my facts come from within my own mind, but often they are based on things I have researched in the real world, so here are some interesting facts I found in my research! Cameline sauce (sauce cameline or sawse camelyne) was a popular spiced sauce in medieval European cooking, particularly during the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. It;

Sorry for forgetting to post last Friday everyone! Halloween is the real deal in our house. But for those who are waiting here is the second chapter from Hanne's perspective. Next week we check back in with Nailha. Hanne "Did you hear?" Lya said around a mouthful of the most delectable ham. "The Blood King has made the decree public." Lya had been a guest at our house for several months, we were isolated a distance into the country, how she continued to be on top of Monaver g

Today we meet Hanne, the last of our three heroins! I do hope you all enjoy. Hanne The buffoon across from me would be hilarious, if my father wasn't serious with his intentions. Handsome enough, I supposed, if that mattered, but otherwise completely brainless. I leaned back against my chair, sipping my tea and trying desperately not to seem bored. "...of course I know the Groive's as well, last year I was invited to both of their balls. Hardly anyone has that honor...." I pl

Caoilinn The interior of the warehouse was exactly what it should seem. Dimly lit with piles of dusty crates and boxes that looked as if they hadn't been touched in centuries. In between them several men paroled, all taking careful note of our presence. I followed without comment, the warehouse was a front, obviously. The cargo the Temurans dealt with was likely stored elsewhere, under false names...for legal purposes. In the back recesses of the building a walled off space s

This Friday's serial post we switch points of view from Nailha to Caoilinn. A look into what is happening elsewhere in Averin. Caoilinn Daddy was missing. There was no avoiding the fact any longer. A day or two I might have passed off as business, or pleasure, even though he was usually careful to be precise in his return date. But it had been three weeks now since he should have been back and...nothing. I lifted my arms, letting Elys settle the waist coat over my shoulders.

Happy Friday everyone! Had a small break last week, now back to creating! Enjoy! NAILHA The kitchen was large enough to constitute a double door entrance, and I stood there, awkwardly, waiting for someone to notice me. What had seemed like a slow morning outside was quickly proving to be misleading with the crowded, almost frantic kitchen atmosphere. Everywhere people were attending their tasks with brisk efficiency. Bread was being formed into small loaves, eggs and ham were

It feels good to be writing again. And I'm coming back with a story I've been having far too much fun plotting. Three women. Three romances. One big fat conspiracy. In Averin, everyone belongs to a shifter lineage, man, woman and child, though only the males can display their beast. Here, your ties are everything, and family is about far more than what animal runs in your blood. It determines your connections, your status, and where you belong. We will be following three hero