Glen found himself in a familiar place. The world spun around him and his problems seemed a distant memory. The cold, smooth whiskey warmed his chest. The floor he sat on was hard, and the wall he leaned against was secure. He steadied himself against an upturned chair to his side and finished the bottle. …
A thousand voices lifted. “Anuk! Anuk!” A thousand feet stomped. “Anuk! Anuk!” Gilli von Meerbacht looked down at his belly. He should probably have taken better care of himself, he thought. He smacked it and then rubbed his shoulder. The pain from the outhouse incident still lingered. The gate opened in front of him, without …
Wood curls formed satisfyingly as James Mason glided the plane over the beam. He had to take off another millimetre or two, then it would fit perfectly. He was oblivious to the sounds of hammering, sawing, and cutting in the background. Things had been different since that midnight fair—since the day he had met the …