adelaida d. turley

Naisis (in her humanoid form) just stood there in front of the door of a bungalow down by the beach quietly arguing with herself. When Flutterpip told her about someone she heard of that did not have a soul, yet could dream, Naisis could not believe it. She suspected Fultterpip misunderstood or...

The house was in better shape than it had been in a long while. Adelaida usually only bothered to keep things in the bare minimum of order to begin with. She spent every waking moment doing something, meaning she was either not in the house or too busy doing something else to clean up. At the...

It was just an ordinary morning until the corner hounds came for her. Ever since she’d made her deal with Alt, all sorts of strange things had been happening to her. She liked to think that it was because of that, but in reality, she’d made some warlocks upset a few weeks ago, and the recent...

Adelaida was tired. Nothing unusual, life was always just exhausting. From her outstretched palm she shot out a twenty-foot plume of brilliant fire - first green, then red, and then slowly tracing the spectrum of light until white. A pyrotechnic showing in the middle of the night; maybe some...