Ripples

Everyone leaves ripples - the smallest action slides outwards, brushing lives, changing people.

The watcher beside the lake; alone, afraid but yearning for her. The siren in the waters, her song spiralling out to bewitch - or betray. The crownless queen, ruling only darkness and memories, doling out her secrets for a high price. The leader - hungry for power, and prepared to give anything for it.

Everyone leaves ripples. But some cause tidal waves.

Disclaimer: As ever, the Nightworld and its myriad denizens are the creation and property of L J Smith. I borrow them only. All characters and/or clannames you recognise are hers: everything else is created by yours truly.
Rating: 15-R
Spoilers: The Nightworld books; the Fires of Fate and Shadows of Secrets series.
Author's Note: This story is set in Ryars Valley, roughly five years after the end of Chimera and three years after My December. It features a new set of characters with (hopefully) a different perspective and different challenges. This story is in progress.