The problem with Seonid, Callum thought, was that she attracted trouble like iron to a lodestone. This particular trouble leaned in close to Seonid, whispered something that made her laugh. Callum seethed in his corner. He was not jealous. The idea would not have occurred to him. It was not the fact of the flirtation … Continue reading Lodestone
"You brought her here? Are you insane?" Marna glowered at the three of them. This was not the reaction Callum had expected. "We thought you'd be pleased," he said, allowing a hint of vexation to creep into his voice. Had they not just found a piece of the puzzle? "Really." It was not a question. "Pleased … Continue reading Sanctuary
Callum was not the sort to be easily swayed by a beautiful woman, but something about this one captivated him. He followed her into a room bright with firelight and voices. She wafted through the room, breeze-like, drawing glances in her wake like dry leaves, and disappeared into a shadowy alcove. Following her, he drew … Continue reading The Scent of Apple
Vernía placed a small bottle and a single cup on the table. She was nervous, Callum realized. "I've drunk of Heart's Desire before. I don't understand how it will help us." He gave his sister a wicked grin. "Unless, of course, you think I need a good lay." "Callum!" Vernía shook her head. "Any hedge … Continue reading Deep Magic
A different evening, long ago. Sweetness in a silver cup. "Do you love me?" she asked as she drank, eyes afire. Ah. A different desire, then; another sort of need. "I will tonight." This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt: write a love story in 33 words. You are free to interpret … Continue reading The Other Sort of Need
Christine Hanolsy 