Glory blinked, and she was kneeling in a sunlit meadow. A gentle breeze sent ripples through the tall grass like waves. She turned her head and spied Carys sitting in the grass a few feet away, also surveying her surroundings. She dazedly blinked up at...

By Glory’s calculations, Carys must have been close to one hundred years old. It was no small feat to have reached such an age, but Glory felt it was quite possible Carys had had help, albeit without her knowing. After making sure that the old woman...

Carys seemed to fall back into herself, lost in her recollections. She lay still in her mound of pillows and blankets as her eyes drifted closed. Her labored breathing was the only sign that she was still alive. Glory had just decided that the old...

Glory waited several minutes after Cadfael left her before attempting to open her window. Whether it was painted shut or the paint had simply fused after decades of disuse, when it finally gave, the window opened with a tremendous CRACK of popping...

Instead of leading her back by the servants’ stairs, Dilys led Glory to a much grander stairwell which curved and widened majestically as it descended. It was like something out of a movie. The honeyed hued wood of the balcony balustrade flowed so...