Dark Faerie Dreams: Part Three Balthazar sat on the bench beside her, holding out a single violet. "No!" I cried, but was already too late. Fyora lifted the violet and took a delicate sniff of the petals.
Interview with a Minion... of Sloth Looking back, there really was no excuse. From the time I walked up to the cottage I should have known that my day would not unfold even close to the way I expected.