“I could work as a peasant in a field and live in a small hut built into the side of the mountain.  I could hunt my own food, write a book...

Every Monday Dottie over at  Tink's Place  posts a picture and then on Friday (Flash Fiction Friday) we post a story to go along with th...

If Night falls, all fall . . . In the far north of the world of Haarth lies the bitter mountain range known as the Wall of Night. Garris...

A lady does not smoke cheroot. She does not ride astride. She does not fence or attend duels. She does not fire a pistol, and she never ga...