#silentlywatching

Antique books lined three walls from floor to ceiling in the small room that Stefan had order them all to an hour before. A rectangular oak table dominated the centre of the room, its top ink-stained with ancient graffiti scored into it, suggesting that this was a former classroom rather than a meeting room. “Have there been any fresh sightings at all?” demanded Stefan from his position at the…

Streaks of sunset colours stretched across the darkening skies as Jem sat on the beach, gazing out across the river. It had been a glorious late summer day. Using a spell he’d taught himself from one of Meryn’s books, he had disguised his wings and spent a peaceful few hours running his favourite forest trails behind the village, taking care to watch his speed if there was anyone in sight. No one…

Muttering obscenities under her breath, Anna paced the perimeter of her prison. Over the winter months she had worn a trail through the woodland where the illusion met the ground. It was exactly one thousand three hundred and seventy steps round it. Despite her best efforts, nothing cracked the spell cast over her illusion. Every attempt ended with the magic deflecting back at her. During the…

Silently Watching With Help From The Long Night’s Moon…the realisation

Cradling Meryn in his arms, Jem touched down lightly in the small courtyard beside the beach hut shortly before dawn. Hearing his arrival, Trine threw open the door, swathing the area in light. “Meryn!” she gasped as she saw him standing there with the exhausted vampiress in his arms. “She collapsed,” explained Jem as he stepped unsteadily inside. “Lay her down before you fall down,” said…

Silently Watching With Help From The Long Night’s Moon

The candle flames cast dancing shadows across the wall as gale force winds and icy rain continued to lash the beach hut. He could hear the waves of high tide crashing onto the beach close to the boundary wall. A glass of blood infused wine beside him, Jem sat reading the local newspaper that he’d picked up when he’d procured the wine from a local shop after hours. It was the headline on the front…

Silently Watching Beneath A Thunder Moon

The last of the day’s light was fading behind the mountains to the west, leaving the sky various shades of blue as night approached. A huge moon hung in the midnight blue, just a sliver away from being full. Alone on the castle’s ramparts, Jem stood watching the light fade and the moon rise. This was the sixth full moon he had seen since his arrival at the castle. He could sense though that this…

Silently Watching Before The Sturgeon Moon

Reds and oranges streaked the skies in front of the beach hut as the last light of day began to disappear. Sitting on the beach, the ice maiden and the runner kept a close eye on the path, watching for dog walkers and stray cyclists. Being outdoors before darkness had fallen always came with a risk. Inside the hut, the dark angel still lay clinging to life. For eight days, they had kept watch…

Silently Watching Under A Waning Strawberry Moon

His feet landed firmly on a patch of rough gravel. The jolt caused the dark angel in his arms to groan weakly. Swiftly, he left the path, crossed the narrow strip of grass then carried her down the rough-hewn stone steps to the walled courtyard of the beach hut, taking care not to slip. Hearing him approach, Trine opened the door, spilling light out into the courtyard. “You brought her here!”…