A simple misconception has set Febe once again at odds with Morbidon. She expected accusations and recriminations from her betrothed. What she didn’t expect was what would actually happen.
I’m back from my vacation and it’s so good to be home! Being away from my laptop (and phone! Gah!), was not as relaxing as I anticipated. Needless to say, my handwriting skills got a workout on this vacation. I don’t think I’ve ever used my little journal so much. I had a good time, […]
Febe needs some advice, but will turning to Marcos in her time of need backfire?
Febe finds out more about her betrothed, but will it bring them closer together, or reinforce the walls they’ve built around themselves to protect their hearts? Can a mere mortal ever truly understand the mind and motives of a god, and can Morbidon ever convince Febe he’s worthy of her love, when all he’s ever received from mortals in the past is fear?
Febe must come face to face with her fears. She’s fighting to find her courage in the land of the dead, but all that was familiar to her seems lost, and she’s reeling from her change in circumstances. How will her first real conversation with her future husband go?
Morbidon has finally brought his bride back to the Underworld, but the victory is bittersweet. Febe’s fear of him is like a physical barrier between them, and the task of winning her love seems impossible, even for a god. Desperation has him turning once again to the human, Marcos. This time, for his advice.
Febe and Marcos have finally reached the valley, and compared to the snow-covered mountain peaks, it seems like paradise, but the rest that Febe was hoping for just isn’t going to happen.
Febe and Marcos are forming a shaky alliance, but Morbidon has far from forgotten about Febe, and even now awaits the summons from his loyal servant to bring her back to the Underworld. However, his sister cannot resist sharing the news that his servant and Febe might be growing too close.
Febe has left behind the safety of the temple rather than remain captive to the will of any god but now finds herself in the company of a potential ally, if she can only convince him to help her. But will he convince her to embrace her fate instead?
Was that figure in the snow just Febe’s imagination? When she spots tracks in the snow beyond the wards of the temple, Febe finds a renewed sense of determination to follow them to her freedom. But will everything go according to plan-and whose plan?