After the second beer with done and Thomas returned with a third, he had found his words.
The Witching Hour by D.I. Jolly
And somehow that would make everything alright, like the rain.
Magic by D.I. Jolly
When a child is touched by magic it is always a specific type of magic that touches them, but it does not condemn them to be that way forever. For instance, I first discovered I had the gift through anger and it is in fact Chaos that my magic is rooted in.
The Cost of Change 2 By D.I. Jolly
“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting, but no matter what is going on in a school there is always something else happening. Please take a seat.”
The Illusion of Choice By D.I. Jolly
His three children had been warned that the end was fast approaching and even if it wasn’t that day, the amount of lucid time he had left was running out. None of them had had particularly bad relationships with their father but it was far from smooth sailing.
The Most Valuable Thing I Ever Gave Away By D.I. Jolly
The soft voice caused the boy to look up sharply. He’d been so lost thinking about nothing, that he might as well have been asleep.
Patience By D.I. Jolly
For a long minute they stared at each other. She had dark hair and dark eyes and frowned in a way that brought back memories of a long since ex-girlfriend.
Sharks By D.I. Jolly
At age six he thought she was the most beautiful women he had ever met, other than his mommy of course.
Embarrassing Childhood By D.I. Jolly
I used to think I had an embarrassing childhood. Then I moved away from home for university and realised I just had really bad parents.