salemtide

Featuring Lucy Winter, Year 775 Widow’s Hollow, Blackwood Blackwood had never been friendly…Nearly all of her adult life, Lucy had spent running. Running from her parents- her own mother- and whatever family she never realized she had. Running from strangers, and wolves, and compromised dens. And nasty little poisonous Oakferns…Her shoulder had never really healed right. It was still stiff, and if she didn’t know any better, she would’ve sworn to Uir that the predators of Blackwood knew it. But on second thought- was Uir even real? Did Uir listen at all, if Lucy had no voice? In her mind, Lucy prayed every single day, but she was as silen...

Featuring Lucy Early Spring, Year 773 of the New Age Widow’s Hollow, Blackwood ’Lucy, my love…’ Lucy’s ears flickered in her sleep and she wrinkled her nose, resistant to rise so soon. She had finally fallen asleep from pure exhaustion despite the dangers that crept around her, and she was loath to give up on her rest already. It had taken hours to find a position that her unhealed shoulder didn’t hurt in. ’Sweet Lucy, come now. You have to get up.’ The soft voice in her dreams was foreign and familiar both at the same time. Like a friend she hadn’t seen since she was a newborn babe, or the memory of a dream that had been repeated. If sh...