Frostfall
## Hjaal River Early Morning. The crisp air felt like needles on her scales, a sensation of tiny burning pinpricks. A wet spray of droplets glittered in the morning sun as she rose out of the small creek next to her campsite. Overhead, damp pine...
Through our Bones
**Chapter One: Still the same** * * * He was about to have coffee with the most despised man of his life, and no easy way to navigate the city. Alright. This one must be it. He was just standing there for a moment. New body, new way of maneuvering...