The King’s Inquisitor by Tonya Ulynn Brown
The business of witchcraft is a foul trade and only a scrupulous man is fitted for the task.
Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan
In October there were yellow trees. Then the clocks went back the hour and the long November winds came in and blew, and stripped the trees bare.
Evil in Emerald by A M Stuart
As the last strains of a waltz died away, Harriet Gordon looked up into Simon Hume’s handsome face.