The Tower Witch, Part 6
Shiralee gaped at the man with no fate. “You’ve been having visions of me?” The man crossed his arms over his chest. “It started six months ago. I was helping Ma clear her garden. Then…
The Tower Witch, Part 5
When Shiralee entered Whiteoak, she headed straight for the temple. The priests would know where Upper Ashville was. She arrived just in time for Sext. She’d never attended that service before, so she silently watched…
The Tower Witch, Part 4
Shiralee limped down the road to the nearest village, holding herself together by mere will. She was the tower witch, blessed by the Goddess with special magic. She wouldn’t allow a several hour walk to…
The Tower Witch, Part 3
As Shiralee pondered how to escape the impossibly high tower with no steps, she stuffed an old satchel full of food from the endless larder, several dresses, and toiletries. Since she had no money, she…
The Tower Witch, Part 2
Shiralee and the man in the mirror locked their gazes for an endless moment. Yet no matter how long she stared, Shiralee still couldn’t read his fate. After a minute or an hour or longer,…
The Tower Witch, Part 1
Shiralee gazed out the tower window onto the lush valley below. How long had it been since she had walked among the verdant fields and tangled forests? Many, many years ago—before she had apprenticed the…