Month: July 2022

A gentle hand shook him from sleep. ‘Mon Amour, you are sleeping on the job.’ Harry cracked an eye open. ‘What’s the job?’ He stifled a yawn. ‘What’s the time?’ Fleur’s soft blue eyes hovered a hand’s length from his face. ‘I cannot reach my feet and my sock is

A grey dock weathered the thunder of the heaving, swirling sea. White spray spattered across its salt-stained cobbles and the wind swept flecks of foam over the rusting railing and against the stout, stone houses lining the seafront. Gulls screamed from the nooks and crannies of the rooftops and walls,

The bronze hands crawled around the small clock, gleaming in the soft white light of the floating lantern. His shadow wavered on the stone bench beside it. A quiet knock echoed through the room. ‘Come in.’ Vert slipped in and pushed the door shut. ‘Violette.’ ‘Vert…’ A soft thrill stirred.

Bright glass and bronze lanterns floated over the chairs and the broad brazier’s flickering white flames. Faint shadows dappled the bare limestone walls, pooling dark beneath the alcoves and arches. ‘Violette,’ Vert rasped. ‘Bonjour.’ ‘Bonjour, Vert.’ Harry dropped into a seat. ‘What is it?’ ‘Grise is away… meeting with… those

This chapter’s for Tyler. A huge thank you for choosing to support my dream. Gabby darted around the ring of the gleaming silver basin, the soles of her bare feet flashing in the soft white glow of the runes, skidding to a halt beside him.  ‘Am I good to go?’

Fleur layered slim slices of Gouda onto her croissant and folded it closed. She hummed and surveyed the table until her eyes fell on the jar of honey. ‘Don’t do it.’ Harry grimaced. ‘It’s not going to taste nice.’ ‘It will.’ She twisted the lid off the jar and dipped

The long grass and dark green leaves of the orange trees trembled in the breeze. A scatter of white-jacketed Chevaliers surveyed the small crowd, leaning on the gnarled trunks, wands in hands. Harry stood in their midst, bumping shoulders with Vert. Julien smiled, sitting atop a stack of logs, his

A soft, white glow flickered in the corner of Harry’s eye as he stacked small, bronze bowls into a tower upon the book-heaped bench. He ran a finger down the column. Twenty seven.  The pale light faded. ‘What are you doing?’ Gabby called, stretching onto her tiptoes to peer over

A warm breeze tugged at his robes, whispering through the long grass and dark green leaves of the orange trees. The worn stone walls of the ruined estate loomed beyond the weathered fountain and the gnarled trunk rising from its pool of dead leaves and dust. If they’re here, they’re