Urban Fantasy · Writing

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She barreled into the café, nearly knocking over a gnomish couple on their way out. “Sorry! So sorry!” she bawled as she made her way up to the counter. “Softly and gently, Sophie, lamb,” said the fairy barista behind it, her words punctuated with a flutter of her sun-sparkly wings, her apron dusted with a… Continue reading I.

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Urban Fantasy · Writing

XXI.

"May I hold you, dearling?" The apple-blossom-haired dryad held out her arms gently. The flushed little girl hesitated for a moment before nodding and leaning from her mother's embrace that of the dryad in the white lab coat. Gladia held the child tenderly and laid a hand on her arm, skin to skin. "Oh, you… Continue reading XXI.