Novels by Kivok

CHAPTER 20LOVE WAS NO CURSEMY convalescence was rather slow. Physically she recovered with normal celerity but a certain spiritual and emotional langour persisted for a time. One cannot go down to the depths of hidden things and escape the penalty. Aunt Elizabeth said she "moped." But Emily was too happy and contented to mope. It was just that life seemed to have lost its savour for a time, as if some spring of

CHAPTER 19“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed t

3DeanI've considered several different ways of torturing the witch, even voiced a few to Joe as I've waited for Alison. I was a fool to let her be alone with the witch. The blood loss must have dimmed my reason. For the hundredth time, I curse my weakness and continue pacing.

"Enough heroics, my lord." The witch rolls her eyes at Leander. "I was only testing out my parts, making sure you didn't frost them into oblivion." She dusts herself off, icy flakes flying. "And you're not necessary. Go, go, stalk away and be kingly elsewhere. I'd rather speak to the pretty one who is far more level-headed than your dark fae heart ever could be.""I'm not leaving." Dean holds his blade to her throat.

CHAPTER 18“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”― J