Chapter Five Welcome Home Titus scooped up a handful of earth, rubbing the cool soil between his fingers and then turning his hand over to let it funnel out of his palm, listening to its soft whisper as it fell to the ground. It was early in the morning and the hot sun on his back still felt…
Chapter Four Walking On Water And Walking On Eggshells Titus had known that something was brewing in Folrolf’s mind since before Spring Festival. His guardian would drift about the house for days, muttering to himself and trailing scraps of parchment—like flotsam in the wake of a receding wave. The paper was covered in strange equations, measurements, and queer,…
Chapter Three Twelve Years, Eight Years, Five Years and Four Spring was doing its best to hurry into summer. The weather was so mild—and Folrolf so completely occupied in a recent project that kept him cooped up in his study—that Titus seized the opportunity of the unusually fair day to go fishing at Rivenstream. He slipped a package…
Chapter Two The New Housekeeper Titus only heard brief snatches of the argument between Folrolf and Honey Winstalk—he deliberately clattered pans in the kitchen so as not to hear much of it—but from the bits that he heard, it sounded as if Honey were taunting Folrolf and claiming that he couldn’t do half of the work that women did. …
Chapter One Leaks, Fireworks and Dragon Eggs Titus blinked hazily and rolled over in his bed, warm, content and comfortably tired. He heard the faint, fat tapping of a bee fuzzily thumping into his window and he sat up and brushed back the curtain with the tips of his fingers, looking out through panes slightly frosty from the coolness of…
There’s something you should know. For some time now, I have been eyeing Wattpad as a possible venue for my writing. I started following a story on Wattpad, not so much for the story, but to get an idea of how it worked and the type of community that formed there. Honestly, I didn’t much care for the community…