Melissa Roehrich

She paused and lifted her chin, and the haunted eyes that found him nearly made his knees buckle.

She paused and lifted her chin, and the haunted eyes that found him nearly made his knees buckle.

She paused and lifted her chin, and the haunted eyes that found him nearly made his knees buckle.

eyes were closed and tears splashed onto her hands as her fingers flew over the keys of ivory and ebony

“True strength, Lady of Darkness, is being brave in the hard seasons. True strength is getting back up one more time. True strength is believing you were made for such a time as this and fighting against all odds. True strength is having hope even when the stars go out.”

She looked the same, yet different. The shadows were adorning her, of course, but there was more. She brought her face close to the mirror, studying her reflection. Her silver hair was almost…silkier, shimmering like starlight. Maybe this was a dream after all. Her ears were slightly elongated, coming to points at the ends. She could’ve sworn she was a few inches taller somehow. Everything about her seemed longer, more graceful.

“Is there really such a thing as reading too much?”

“Is there really such a thing as reading too much?”

Other than the fact that I seem to remind you of a mortal woman.”

“My dearest friend is male, you twit,”

Three women who had been raised together. Trained together. Three women feared by most. Nightmares come to life.