The Velvet Ledger: Dispatches from the Queen's Table

He’d watched her many nights–cry or laugh or shrug. Turning away from the truth as if she didn’t see it. She didn’t want to see it. Maybe she couldn’t. It...

The Ledger Speaks: Final PagesEntry Two: The Room Without a Door She did not knock. There was no door. That is how I knew. No request for entry, no petition...

The rules were simple:Bring something pointy.Parade it before the Court.Do not stab the Queen (again). The parade began with spoons sharpened to spears. Then forks, knitting needles, and one very...

(Filed under: The first entry. The Last Letter and the Last Dance) I walked into the room full of rage and laughter and tears, and you met me exactly where...

Entry One: The Quiet Before the Mark There was a moment—before the titles, before the grudge slips, before the velvet and the paper locks—when I was only presence. Not name,...

His face was unreadable but it made the hair stand up on the back of Bunny’s neck. “Very dramatic, darling. Dark, mysterious, slightly unnerving…very you.” Bunny turned to face him...

Let the record show: Yes. I did it. I spray-painted “Hi! No.” across Sir Reginald Fluffsworth’s smug, velvet-lapeled likeness, complete with his limp rosette and emotionally manipulative eyes. Why? Because...

The Records (Velvet Warpath – drawer Four) You opened this one yourself. No hesitation, no glance in my direction — just the sound of wood sliding out and the faintest clink of...