The Castle of OhnoBy S.E. White
The sun had only begun to set, limning the sharp edges of the peaks surrounding the castle until they resembled carelessly dropped axe-blades rather than solid rock. In contrast to the fiery glow above, the forest spread like a pool of greenish-black ink below. A dramatic, striking scene to fill the valley below them.
Hippolyta felt it to be a bit much. As if he’d arranged to bring her precisely at sunset, for maximum terror and effect.
She rested her palms flat at her side. Although uncomfortably sticky, she resisted the urge to rub them on her skirt. If she wiped the sweat away in front of him there would be no pretending and it seemed somehow very…important that she keep up the pretense. He couldn’t hear her heartbeat, racing like frantic footsteps. He
