Gothic

Mandy Wilson sat miserably in the passenger seat as her mother Carol's car followed the big removal lorry out of London. Oh for heaven's sake, cheer up, exhaled the older woman. Mandy, we're going and that's all there is to it. The words merely made Mandy slouch lower in the seat and fold her arms ever more tightly across a curvaceous chest until it hurt. You can be such a little baby sometimes, Carol observed. Mandy replied with a customary snarl borne of frustration and helplessness. The reason for her dark mood had been set in motion six months back when...

Chapter Twelve PRESTIRA Yavara was in good spirits, having gotten the message this morning that both Brock and Elena were alive and well. From what little Zander had risked putting on the parchment, I gathered that he’d set plans in motion for finding a Froktora. I liked Brock, truly I did, and the Terdini were renowned for their strength and size, but they were just too small a clan. The Protaki were the largest tribe in The Pines, but even they paled in numbers compared to the hordes of The Tundra. The ten tribes of The Tundra (aptly named ‘The Ten’...