The dark-haired monk turned to Gembira. She dropped her hand to the knife at her belt only to remember she’d left her knives upstairs. Damn. “Welcome home, Sister Allard.” The monk bowed with hands clasped before him. Gembira straightened. She flexed her hand, glad that it hadn’t found a weapon. She needed to remember where … Continue reading AHM’s 9th Anniversary: “A Bronze Candelabra” by Callie J. Smith
