NIGHTINGALES by Melody Robinette (I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS PICTURE) Aria sheathed her blade on her hip before slipping out of the cottage she shared with her mother and three sisters. No men inhabited these woods. At least not for a fortnight. But beasts did. Best to be prepared. The men […]

via Nightingales (a short story) — Melody Robinette

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