This is the first chapter of another story I wrote. It's kind of fun to read on its own. Or maybe I'm just a narcissist reading my own stories like sniffing my own underwear--which I don't do. Seriously. You sniff your own underwear. Before Beasts, There Were Storms by LoweFantasy Contrary to popular belief, Russia … Continue reading Summers in Russia and Typhoons
The first month of my stay also resulted in the beginning of relationships between me and the gray clad maids of the house. At first, my ultra nice room didn’t come with servants. It had been all Roman could do to push the room on me, let alone people who would wait in me, one … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 68
Three weeks into the month, I got the surprise of two letters at once. One from the temple requesting my services as soon as possible, and the second from Romanian (Maybe I should call him by his middle name ‘Lee’? Wasn’t I supposed to call him your highness or something, technically?). Preparations for our arrival … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 61
I received back a letter within a day. I guess mail systems work differently for nobility, or at least someone as high up as heir to the duke. He told me it would take a bit of time to set up everything, but that he would send a carriage to pick us up within a … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 60
I drifted in and out of dreams. In one, I tried to make it through high school without remembering the order of my classes, all while leading around a hapless, freshman Gus. In another, I dodged through a department store from my ex-husband, even though he didn’t care to look at me, and I hated … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 59
I saw from Gus’s point of view as he worked the Inn with Hal that night. I felt the hot, gut twisting unease that kept him wiping his clammy hands on his pants. Saw glimpses of the amused gazes of the regulars with sharp enough ears and quick enough minds to catch what was going … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 57
I returned home later than I thought I would. It had been dark for a while and the streets had been quiet. A quiet drizzle of rain turned every surface to mirrors reflecting the gas streetlights in the noble quarter, the simple candle lit streetlights of the rich quarter, and finally the darkness of the … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 56
I wondered why I didn’t feel more intruded upon. He had essentially gotten the scoop on me without asking my permission, but it wasn’t like it was against the law to ask around about a girl. Though, it could be a lot more than just that depending on his next words. He must have known … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 55
That got me a weird look, and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. “I mean, before I healed it.” I put a hand to my face, which was already heating up. “Scratch that, let’s pretend I didn’t say that. That sounded horrible. I’m glad you’re healed, and you are too.” “…It’s…it’s alright.” An awkward silence … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 54
There was a chandelier dripping with crystals. And walls with those plaster-formed square frame thingies that served as placeholders for paintings. And red carpet all up the stairs made of dark polished wood. And those weird little side-tables whose sole purpose is to hold rich-ass vases all full of fresh flowers—frick, look at all those … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 53
Author T.S. Lowe 