I have a passion for stories like hers. Perhaps that is because I am an orphan myself, which you know, although we did not talk about my...

Hair. Lots of it. Dark, thick, shaggy, nasty hair. How come she’d never noticed that before? And that thing on his finger, glinting...

Isabelle, certain that the ancient looking goblin would be dead by the time she had her first child, hastily agreed. Anything to keep her...