The Birth of Spring: Short Story

I’m not a fan of Winter but if Winter was like this, I would feel differently. Here’s an excerpt:

In between their lovemaking, Winter hunted and Loralee would accompany him, wrapped in several layers as she walked at his side, hand in his. When the worst of the wind and snow let up enough for Loralee to see, she marvelled—the rolling white hills, the icing on the trees, the flawless snow. It was all so glorious. Then she would look up at Winter himself and she could see all that beauty condensed in the ice-blue of his gaze, in his gentle look, his smile.

The Birth of Spring

The Birth of Spring

Lots of romance in this one and plenty of fantasy. Come and take a look.

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