Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering   little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair   Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night   with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent   of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup   passes with ...

“Ana, come take care of me. I’m sick,” Dai texted his fiancée as he laid curled into a ball on his sapphire, satin sheets with a pillowcase to match. A few moments later a short, young girl with long, brown hair halfway down her back stood in the doorway wearing a pink, silk nightgown with her ...