The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

Part 1

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

This story was written when North Square was a very different place – instead of being inhabited by a group of people, including Genevieve and her family, it was only inhabited by the last High Priestess of Hecate Genevieve, who was nearing the last days of her life. Aisling did her best to make North Square habitable alone, because she didn’t feel comfortable opening up to anyone but her family.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

Part 1

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

“Solstice,” Genevieve started, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes, “shortest day, longest night, on this day winter begins.” Her attempts failed because she found herself staring into her mother Delyth‘s eyes and could see the pride filling them, which did make her feel slightly better. “With the fading of autumn a new year commences. Look back on what’s been, bid the old year farewell, give thanks for what it has gifted you with.”

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

A candle provided the only light in the room. It was the morning of the winter solstice and Trey was awake well before sunrise. Most days he was awake well before sunrise, but for once he had a reason. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the new High Priestess of Persephone arrived at the Residence and he wanted to be the first person to meet her. Sighing, he put his quill down on the desk. Aisling was meant to be the right person, a true priestess who would do what needed to be done, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. Every time he thought of the change that was coming he knew that they needed strong people in the position of High Priest and High Priestess, but they didn’t seem to exist.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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