Category: Short Stories

Antonius paused in the doorway to the cold-room and glanced over his shoulder. Nobody had seen him arrive, and Albeck had warned him his mother was helping with the weekly stock take. He could turn away now, leave before he made a fool of himself, and— “Antonius.” Serina’s greeting snared him as he lifted his…

The dirge of the pipes blanketed the hillside, mirroring the drumbeat in Chrisandor’s aching heart. You’re not a sissy, are you, boy? His father’s last words to him carved through his mind, cutting deeper than any knife. N-no, Father. He hadn’t meant to cry, but he’d fallen so fast, and his arm had burnt like…