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Slowly Rising Copyright © 2018 by Jayne Fresina   Prologue Lost and Found   Once upon a time, a man called Amos Wilding unintentionally built himself a singing house. It is debatable, whether or not he ever heard it sing. But certainly, when other folk did, they wished they hadn't. The sound was described as a fluttering, flickering, puttering whisper that traveled through the walls like a swarm of invisible butterflies— not the customary, fragile, dainty sort, but a dangerous, rare breed, poisonous and arbitrarily destructive— drifting from no fixed place and traveling in no discernible direction. This music was...

Slowly Fell A Tale of Love and Thumbscrews Copyright © 2018 by Jayne Fresina   Prologue 1806   "Do you believe in witches?" Moved not by her small fingers, which had briefly rested against it, but kissed by a wending draft from somewhere within the house, the door standing ajar before her creaked gently, exhaling a quizzical moan. She heard her aunt's voice inside the room. "Witches, Silas? No, I most certainly do not. I know that sailors are sometimes betaken by flights of fancy and superstition, especially when they've been at sea for months, the grog has run out,...