“Breathe,”  I commanded, my voice low and unhurried as I reclined against the cold marble, its chill seeping deliciously into my spine....

By Master Liz I have always loved the unexpected. Not the chaotic kind—no, no. I mean the precise, delicious sort of serendipity that...

Finally, a story worth writing. Worth living. Worth retelling. It had been some time—too long, perhaps—but the wait had only sharpened my...

“Who wrote this letter?” I placed the note down in front of him, the creamy paper folding just slightly as it touched the polished...