Malachar s CurseChapter 28 Emerald Dreams
Friday, September 15th, 2006, Faerie Pocket I swallowed my last bite of sausage and leaned back contentedly, sipping on a coffee that was just as good as what Jaques’ had brewed. I was glad that—at my request—Crann had conjured up comfortable chairs for us last week. Picnic-style benches were not nearly as pleasant as these royal court-inspired padded thrones. It seemed that anything associated with the middle ages and earlier was within her disposal to create at a whim. When Stacy had...