“I think I knew,” Ivan said slowly. “Back then I mean. I knew but I didn’t want to know.” “When we showed you Pey,” Mava replied knowingly, then added with a hint of reproach, “You didn’t like it.” The two of them were sitting a little way downstream from the clearing, beyond the fern grove,… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part XI
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A Place in the Forest, Part VIII
As if reading his mind, Mava stopped quite suddenly several paces ahead of Ivan. She didn’t turn to look at him, but he thought he could read something in the stillness of her silver-haired head, the poised look of her long, down-turned pointed pink ears that showed like fins on either side. “We’re here,” she… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part VIII
A Place in the Forest, Part VI
“I’m ready now,” Ivan said. “I want you to show me today.” Mava looked up from where she was planted on hands and knees with her nose nearly brushing the moss, studying a pair of tiny snails with rose-pink shells and pearlescent flesh. Her small horns twitched in Ivan’s direction and he noted that although… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part VI
A Place in the Forest, Part IV
A branch snapped loudly beneath Ivan’s foot, hidden by the carpeting of brown leaves that covered the forest floor. He froze and held his breath, listening intently. He was conducting an experiment; he wanted to find out how close he could get to Mava’s clearing without her sensing him. Every time he went there she… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part IV
A Place in the Forest, Part III
“That settles it,” Mava said decisively, concluding a dialogue she’d been having with herself. “We’ve got to go swimming.” Ivan smiled weakly. “I think I’ll just put my feet in,” he ventured. “I’m really not that hot.” A drop of sweat chose that moment to roll off the tip of his nose, undermining him. Mava… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part III
A Place in the Forest
A heavy crashing of branches sent two stealthy ravens up from their cover of leaves, croaking disgruntledly. Mava’s knife was already in her hand when the man landed in an undignified tumble of twigs on the thick moss at her feet. “Lecher,” she snarled, crouching back. “Spying on me, were you?” The man scrambled gracelessly… Continue reading A Place in the Forest
Queen of Elves 