Hunter, My Huntress

by Griffin Barber | Feb 9, 2013

Patience growing short in the afternoon heat, Dara’s favorite leopard yowled and spat at her handler, ready to hunt.Dara grinned, ready as well, welcoming the prospect of release from the tension being around Aurangzeb always provoked in him. Now, if only they...

The Midnight Garden

by Griffin Barber | Dec 2, 2012

Salim let the door to Baram Khan’s sickroom close before addressing the man who walked out. “Any change?” The physician started, wheeled to face him. “I didn’t see you there.” Salim stepped into the light of the candle the man...

Bank On It

by Griffin Barber | Jun 6, 2012

“There, the Genevans killed my father. Hung him by the neck, like a common house-breaker. Even left him there to rot, refused to return his remains to my mother,” the Savoyard said, looking ahead at the gate. “Didn’t know that, seigneur,”...