Not common, for a bear to lumber so purposefully toward a palace full of men, in broad daylight; not logical, for the beasts know to fear capture and bloody death. I could not fathom it; shock stilled my voice from calling warnings to my father’s guards, who sat behind me playing cards in the warmth of their shelter, while the cold wind whipped through my hair.
Archive for January, 2008
Riptide By Gerri Leen
Tuesday, January 1st, 2008She turned; a boy stood on the beach, as naked as could be. Kenna hastily forced her eyes up to the boy’s brown eyes — didn’t the kid own a bathing suit?