...what will become of Cnidon? No longer Cnidon the Decemvir. No longer Cnidon of the Feast. No longer Cnidon the General. When the Great Torch alights; Cnidon the blacksmith? Will the people remember him? Will Cnidon remember himself?
For the Fox Spirit Inari Meiwaku the 20th century was a time of blood, fear and constant danger. Now she just wants a life of peace. But a supernatural spy agency and an unstoppable undead warrior will force her to risk everything one last time.
Pria danced before she could walk. Now she’s finally achieving her dreams of being a real ballerina. But her struggles begin there. There is so much about the world she doesn’t understand like emotions, friendships, her lost mother, her real father.
When one guardian falls, another must take their place. The newest recruit, Albion Nisbett, finds out that the job involves keeping a secret hidden just beneath the pavements of London. Magic is everywhere. You just have to listen closely.
Cnidon could feel the slave’s eyes on him as he tended to his daily miracles. By a mere pass of his hands over cup and plate, bounty appeared. Wine to the brim, and crusty bread still warm to the touch. No matter how many times Cnidon performed the feat, Timus always looked so boyishly impressed by it, his eyes like that of an owl’s. It had not occurred to him in the slightest that he might miss that look of wonder.
