Articles by Lily Rhodes

The little house on Commenor stood empty and dark. The light it had once held for her was dying beneath the weight of her own decision. Lily stood in the threshold, blood still trickling down her nose, she reached to brush it away, ignoring the throb in her skull as her body protested against...

The garden on Commenor was quiet, absent of the usual hum of voices pressing against her psyche, even Vess presence was gone, though hers was one that she made a point of shutting out, not because Vess was a mind that gave her anything but joy, but because listening felt like a violation of...