Foxfire
Darren grinned as another guy walked away pouting. He hadn't even made it from the door to the bar yet and already he'd turned down three propositions. The new outfit had definitely been worth the year of saving up--its lines accented his...
Bedroom Diplomacy
Garin set his glass pen aside and carefully blew on the ink. With a precise fold, a smudge of yellow wax, and a press of the Horned Sun Seal, the letter was ready to join the pile of its cousins. "All right, that's the last one for me," Garin said,...