Micro Fiction: Felicity 20
“We can’t,” Hope whispered. “There are good men here.” “They are calificars.” “I know,” Hope said. “It took me a while to believe it, too.” I stared at her. “They need us, Felicity. The Planewalker has returned.” I stared at the woman who had no magic singing within her. Hope spoke the truth.
Micro Fiction: Felicity 19
My magic swelled to almost unbearable levels. I could take the magic from everyone in the room. Everyone but one. The one who was without magic. What was this abomination?
Micro Fiction: Felicity 18
The calificars threw themselves at me, but my magic swelled. Hope. My sister. The only other who understood. Our fingers touched. For a moment, the world stood still.
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.