“Let me see. You’ve found success recently,” I state, watching the client carefully for any micro-emotions she might let escape. I catch...

He had bright brown eyes and vibrant hair, and a voice that was louder than Zephyrus, but softer than Boreas. All four winds had bad...

Stoic. Cold. Alone. He did not chose this fate. She once whispered his name into the wind. Her voice was a song to which only he knew the...