Fire-Blood (691 Words)

The downstairs infirmary was silent and empty. Medicine jars and torn blankets were shattered and strewn across the floor.

Sister Bierce was glad for the disarray only in that it emphasized abandonment and disuse. Dragonkind was not permitted in the abbey and allowed on the outer courts only by special exception. And here was Khaz, never one to win favor with the abbot, following her in the sharp, jerking motion of a fire-blood who has forgotten his human form, his mind trapped in lizard shape. If he was seen he would be killed, and wounded as he was he could not defend himself.

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Revealing Rain


Revealing Rain (682 Words)

“Well isn’t that something,” he said. “That’s something.”

The water was running on his cheek. His hair was plastered in heavy sodden locks over his brow despite his effort to smooth it, so black, so vivid against his feverish color, she couldn’t help it. She leaned to him and stumbled.

He started, held her. His eyes fell to hers. For a startling instant she thought he knew her in spite of her disguise, because sharpness and reserve  seemed to ice his childlike wonder. But then wonder, reserve, gave to a keener awareness. She raised her hands and he bowed his head. Their lips touched. They flinched. Her fingers curled in his dripping hair and brought his wet white mouth more surely to hers.

They kissed.

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