Turquoise nostrils flared as Utiss emerged from the cave’s shaded entrance into the setting sun’s orange glow. She eagerly breathed fresh air, feeling it filter through her body and cleanse the final remnants of Ginroy’s toxin before exhaling a reinvigorated sigh. Poised on her back, Kilena smiled and comfortingly patted her neck. A breeze sweptContinue reading “Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 10: Invitations”
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Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 9: A Dragon’s Heart
Frineer snorted awake to his name on the vehicle of a pleading roar reverberating throughout his cave. Seeing a blurry Utiss canter inside with Kilena hugging her back, he peered quizzically at them before they took refuge behind him. An explanation to his unspoken question came when a dragon of charcoal scales followed them. TheContinue reading “Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 9: A Dragon’s Heart”
Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 8: Ginroy
Jogging toward Roselake Castle’s threshold, Kilena found the guard posted outside stared horrified up into the cloud speckled sky, a trembling hand on his sheathed weapon. She and Targath rushed passed him on to the path connecting the imposing structure to the rest of the city. “What’s the order, princess?” Halting in the middle ofContinue reading “Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 8: Ginroy”
Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 7: Your Turn
“It’s your turn, Miss Knight,” Sedrik summoned, dripping with resentment. Swept up in her ruminations, a few seconds passed before Kilena lifted her head with confidence and marched forward into the throne room. She knew by the sound of light footsteps in longer strides behind her that Targath followed. “Miss Maverick, before we discuss yourContinue reading “Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 7: Your Turn”
Miss Knight Book 2 – Chapter 1 -Hunted
“Goodnight, Targath,” Kilena kindly wished him, settling the side of her head on a thin pillow of straw. A scoff replied, and Targath turned over to put his back to her from the other side of the cramped floor.
Kilena fondly smiled, knowing Targath was upset by her tenacity and refusal to sleep on the bed. He insisted she claim the bed for herself to have a better rest. She argued that sleeping on the floor was preferable to the ground. In the end, the bed and its mattress of straw on wooden slats remained empty. That heated disagreement left them both sleeping on the floor almost back to back.
Kilena Shrelack 