This is where you can find all of my fiction, including Gravedigger. This way, some of my other work - I know some of you are fond of White Fire Brother in particular - will not get lost in my gallery.
Osric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer - XVIOsric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer - XVI by ~Autumn-Hills
the private rooms of the Crucible
Edward watched Osric shake hands with the man that stood at the bar, partly so as to avoid looking at Sara. Osric’s contact was shorter than him, with close-cropped fair hair and a neat, unfussy moustache. He was dressed in a plain grey suit with tails, distinguished only by a red cravat.
‘I’m sorry I upset you,’ Sara said.
‘You’ve already apologised, you don’t need to again. But thank you.’
The server approached, giving them both a smile as she set down the small-beers. Sara smiled back until the woman left.
‘Osric really cuts down to the bone, doesn’t he?’ Edward smiled at the pithy phrase.
‘Yes, he’s good with sharp edges.’
‘See, that’s why I misjudged you. You’re sharp too. I know from listening to him and Mister Philpot, about how you escaped from the Undercity, killing that Secutor and all. I didn’t think—I thought
Osric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer - XVOsric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer - XV by ~Autumn-Hills
Rook slipped into bed in a pale hour of the morning, trying not to wake Lakshmi. For a few minutes, silent but for the faint chatter of starlings, it seemed he had been successful. Then she turned in the bed and awkwardly shifted over to his side.
‘You’re in your clothes, my love,’ she remonstrated gently. He smiled despite himself, got out of bed and undressed, catching her dark-coffee eyes with his own. Once he was undressed, he got back into the bed, a masterwork of sculpture in scars and lean muscle. Lakshmi rested her head on his shoulder, draping a brown arm across his chest. He let his hand reach around her shoulders and rest on the curve of her pregnant belly.
‘How did the night’s work go, sweetheart?’ Her eyes were closed, black lashes at rest.
‘There was a surprise for us,’ Rook said, looking up at the gauzy white canopy of the bed as if searching for meaning, ‘when our team reached th