Micro Fiction: Lost Love 17
He slumped in his throne. Korvar was dead. His retainer gone. She was gone. Worse than gone. She was in the one place he couldn’t reach her. The one place so blessed by his father that it burned to walk there. He roared, but there was no power in it. His father had won. Again.
Micro Fiction: Lost Love 16
He made certain Arch-Grimveldt Korvar understood no other would do. It had to be her. Without her, Uzakiel would get His due from the necromancer. He allowed the necromancer to think he needed to fear the dark god. But if he didn’t bring her back, Uzakiel was the least of his worries.
Micro Fiction: Lost Love 15
He screamed, and the very walls of Oskelez shook. Arch-Grimveldt Korvar had lost her. LOST HER He could not, would not allow this to happen.
Elizabeth Drake
Reader of books. Creator of worlds.
I’ve been reading romance stories since I first discovered Victoria Holt tucked away in my mother’s closet.
My husband later hooked me on fantasy.
Merging my two passions, I started writing fantasy romance. I love a good romance story, especially if it has knights in shining armor, elves, dragons, or wizards.