by Sara C. Snider | Feb 26, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Elder Night, Part One “Hazel?” Holly whispered, but there was no reply. When had it gotten so dark? She had been so shocked over that creepy tea-bearing bat-thing, and then the next thing she knew the room had turned dark and cold. She put out a hand...
by Sara C. Snider | Feb 19, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Fasting Friendship Hazel glanced at the others in the carriage as it rattled down the dusty road. Somehow, the mood inside seemed less heavy than it had the previous day. It was a wonder, given everything that had happened. But Hawthorn and Holly no...
by Sara C. Snider | Feb 12, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Haunted Heart “Lover’s spat, eh?” Tum said as Holly packed the dresses that he had strewn about her room. “Hazel’s an idiot,” Holly said. “If Hawthorn ever held my hand or said anything like that to me, I… I...
by Sara C. Snider | Feb 5, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Homeward Heart Hazel stood near the fire in the common room. The hour was late, and she suspected everyone else slept, except for that creepy innkeeper, of course. Every now and then he would appear, fluff the pillows on the armchairs near the fire,...
by Sara C. Snider | Jan 29, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: The Tiresome Trail Holly sat on a fallen tree trunk, twining together fern leaves into a wreath as Chester scampered in the brush. She’d like to make a matching wreath for him to wear, but her fingers weren’t nimble enough for such tiny...
by Sara C. Snider | Jan 22, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Willowed Remorse Hazel and Holly waited in front of their cottage. Hazel stood near the road, her hands clenched as she watched for an approaching carriage. Holly sat on top of her luggage, resting her chin on her hand with her elbow propped on her...
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