During the Midnight Hour Part 13

Cyra hacked, swishing more water around her mouth. She spat it out, desperately trying to clear away the harsh burn left in her mouth. Cyra let her hair fall back into her face as she moved away from the foul smelling sick bowl.

Someone knocked at her door. Continue reading


During the Midnight Hour Part 12

Cyra’s head stayed down so no one could identify her. Her hair hid her face from view. She slunk against the wall, and she was dressed in dark simple clothing. Vitalis was nowhere around. Only a few people were in the halls.  Continue reading