Marna was a peaceable person; at least, she had always considered herself so. But at the moment, a bone-wracking anger possessed her entirely. She struggled to keep her voice mild. “Put the knife down unless you intend to use it.” Seonid’s hand shook on the haft of the knife. Her fierce glare withered. She dropped … Continue reading A Peaceable Person
"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
The tinkle of a bell summoned Marna from the storeroom. She dusted off her hands and dabbed her face dry with a handkerchief. The tiny room was windowless and airless, and afforded little relief from the summer's heat. "My condolences," the dark-haired woman said as Marna emerged. She sounded sincere, but Marna knew better. Tears … Continue reading Salt
Christine Hanolsy 