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At the plinking of raindrops hitting the windowpane behind him, Galdor let out a deep sigh.  “Rain AGAIN this week?” he thought.  His fingers gripped tighter around the pen in his hand.  A little bad weather helped with setting the mood for his writing, but this m...

Wolfsbane was not late. And he wasn’t going to be late.  How could he be considered ‘late’ if the ball was being held in his own home?  The sounds of live music and the distant rumbling of chatter f...

Haruspex looked into the kind eyes of the priest across from him. He’d all but escaped the main area of the Bunnery after a baby bun innocently reached up to investigate the thin fabric wraps covering his eyes. His flight instinct held off long enough for Haruspex to put the bun safely back into its bassinet, but only barely.  “I...