Peter Cruikshank

Revin woke with a start. Her head whirled as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. It was then that she realized she wore nothing but her underclothing. She scanned the room. Her dress was not there, nor were the leather pants and vests she had on when she had arrived. The only clothing in the room was a white dress that hung on a hook near the door […]

The shimmering teal blue dress fit her perfectly, and Revin twisted to the left then the right to see as much of the floor length gown as she could in the mirror. The soft material caressed her body, so light it felt like a summer breeze blowing across her skin. The neckline plunged, exposing the delicate necklace that seemed as though it had been designed to match the arm and headbands. A graceful gold chain,

Trees lined both sides of the road, full of new growth. The fact that outside of Awakening, winter roared across the land, along with the recent incident of the women and the floating fireball, Revin had good reason to be disturbed, so she was surprised when the forest suddenly ended, low trees and scrub covered the ground. Farrel turned off to a side path and after a few moments the brush fed into plowed fields,

“We should probably take our selections back to the house before we continue.” Keely frowned as she looked at the cloth, leathers, and assorted trinkets that overflowed Revin’s arms. Stunned, Revin had been like a dog following the younger woman around as Keely loaded her up with more and more personal items that Revin would never have purchased for herself. It wasn’t until they were on the road, on the other side of the market

A clatter startled Revin awake. She sat up quickly, her head surprisingly clear. Scanning the room, she noticed a chest for storing clothes and a small table with a basin and pitcher on it. She got up slowly, still trying to orient herself, and walked over to the table. Pouring water into the basin, she washed. She didn’t remember taking her cloak and coat off and guessed Keely must have removed them when she fell

Revin followed ‘Blue Eyes’ directions, her hand held up across her face as the wind had picked up again and snow swirled in her vision. She passed more than two dozen houses on her right, her legs weary from the cold. How do I tell which one is the meeting hall? Two more houses and she stopped. To her side a slope rose, and she lifted her head, but couldn’t see the top for the