Monthly Archives: June 2009

The single room at the top of the third floor tower was a shocking, horrible, baby-girl pink, no matter which way Melody tried to look at it, or how much of a face she made in an attempt to arrange the sight into something pleasurable. The grand… Continue reading →

A pair of fine silver spectacles, fitted with the smallest of reading lenses and buffed with the finest of cloth, slid down the thick and gnarled nose of Maraude Morrist, Madam of the House of Morrist. Sweat poured fresh… Continue reading →