I have a passion for stories like hers. Perhaps that is because I am an orphan myself, which you know, although we did not talk about my...

She floated in one day out o' the fog, off the grey, grey sea. Pale skin, golden hair, and crimson lips. More angel than baby...

Everyone is frightened. Even the squabbling chickens above us have ceased to fight. Everyone is whispering about who will be next...