Author: Rachel Ashton

 Aaron’s hand twitched. He wanted to hit his brother, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t understand exactly. After throwing what was left of his…

The funeral, such that it was, had been held earlier that week, but the oppression that had come with it still hung in the air.…

It was cold that night. It was sometime at the start of winter when the air was sharp with the scent of ice but held…

“Centuries have come and gone, and the story changes again,” Klyn murmurs as the waves beat against the cliff like a bloodthirsty vagrant. His dark…