The Obstinate Moth

I wish I listened to you, Nana When you warned me not to come closer to the flame But its warmth is too tempting And its blaze is too dazzling It beckoned me to the circle of fire So I waltzed straight into its very heart You may think of me sometimes when you’re alone … More The Obstinate Moth


She looked at him, and her heart ached. His beautiful head was down, his shoulder slumped and never in this life had he appeared so vulnerable. Tentatively, she touched a hand to his shoulder. “Liam? He looked up, his eyes bleak but dry. She knew better as her gaze drifted on his handsome face that … More Untitled


She makes a pretty picture. Standing at the cliff and facing the raging stormy sea.  She looks like a witch, a solitary one at that. No wait, she is a witch. And she is alone, apart from the gnawing grief that threatens to break her apart. Her hair cascades in her back, a waterfall of … More Prologue