More random news than you can fit on a biscuit and dunk in your tea
The early morning sun shone starkly through the bedroom window, onto Janie Pope’s face. Janie was in the habit of leaving the venetian blinds pulled half-way up so her pampered cat, Clementine, could easily navigate the window sill. Few situations were as unnerving and potentially destructive as a frightened cat
The long-anticipated – and by Ava long-dreaded – day arrived; Karel Tate came to the village. Children out minding the sheep saw him first and came running into town with the news. The whole populace was out to watch by the time the great knight on his great horse appeared,
Ava had lived her entire life in fear. Her mother had been a Silvan soldier, killed in the wars, and so Little Ava had learned early what death was, and to fear it. She had learned to fear her grandmother too; the ancient Silvan Diva had taught Little Ava what
“In my experience, those who beg for mercy never deserve it” and by the cold emotionless tone of his voice, Detective Short knew that his victims rarely received it. “So, she begged, but you still put a twenty-two between her eyes. You’re a real peach McCormack.” McCormack was a small,
