1. The Girl in the MirrorIt's a nice day in the south of Ireland, and a little cat is sleeping on a very comfortable armchair.More Like This
She is dreaming of the coming spring.
There are green meadows, sweet melodies and dances in her dream.
In a whisper the sun assures her that winder is almost finished.
A man knocking on the house door makes her dream fade away.
She opens her eyes annoyed and mews to call her owner.
The old woman opens the doors and welcomes the stranger politely.
The cat wonders if she is still dreaming.
At the door there is the most handsome man she has ever seen.
He is a wayfarer searching for a place to sleep.
He says that he has been walking for two days, and that he is very tired and hungry.
The woman opened the door of her house for him, because he reminds her of her lost son.
She shows him his bedroom and assures him that no one would disturb him before seven o' clock, so he decides to bath and sleep.
He must be very tired, because as he lies on the bed he falls asleep.
The cat jumps in the ward
Short story commission for Sweetmarly“Alistair!”More Like This
The cry sounded through the camp, causing the young man to whom the name belonged to jerk awake. He had been asleep at his post... again. Curses. And he could tell by the tone in Lord Ignatius’ voice that this was not going to end well.
“What, asleep?” accused the so-called Lord. He was walking towards Alistair with the kind of stride that one adopts just before delivering a particularly zealous blow, mail hauberk jangling like a string of coins under his white surcoat.
“My humblest apologies, Sir,” Alistair began hurriedly, bowing to his superior, “I don’t know what came over me, I promise it will never hap-” his sentence was cut short by a mail gauntlet being struck hard across his face. He winced at the pain and shock, but didn’t dare cry out.
“Do you not appreciate the import of your duties?” the Lord snarled, “For all your laziness the entirety of Saladin’s army could have snuck i