“I loved the bones of that woman.” Harry Charlton sighs, his drawn face telling of his grief at losing Catalina. “She was probably my dearest female friend and stuck by me, even when the worst was happening with Ellie.”


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

Unforgettable (Snippet)

"There's something about you that I can't get out of my head," the intensity of his gaze stops her in the middle of wiping up the spilled beer that soaks the battered wood of the bar top. 

Part of her wants to laugh, because she has heard that line from a variety of men down the centuries, but there is something about his delivery that makes it different. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

Strength (Snippet)

Her strength in the face of death is something that I will always admire about her. She has died more times that I care to think about but she never pities herself. She might get scared but it's typically fear about how me or our children are going to cope without her. She always attempts to make sure that I'm not going to go off the rails in the months immediately following her death. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018


            “Is it really necessary that you go to the home this evening?” Matthew’s voice was teasing, but the look in his eyes, let me know that he was serious in his request.

            “I agreed to visit them every Wednesday.” I dusted my cheeks with a little of the rouge before standing from my dressing table chair. The action brought me close enough to Matthew to be able to see the faint scar which ran across the bridge of his nose. “You are aware of that, and besides Alice is in need of all the support that she can get. I shall not be long,” I endeavoured to remove the look that shadowed his face, by pressing a light kiss against the spot between his eyebrows.

            He caught hold of my hands when I pulled back, “I know that Alice and the rest of the ladies at the home need you. However I need you just as much.” A rueful smile curved his lips, and the frown had vanished to be replaced with the far more pleasant sight of laughter lines at the corners of his warm hazel eyes. “Especially seeing as we are supposed to be entertaining your family.” his thumbs rubbed over the backs of my hands, and I could feel his nerves, at the prospect of sitting down with my stepmother once more. The distaste that existed between the two of them, had been in place since Matthew and I had turned fourteen, and I knew that there was no way to negate that. “Please do not take too long, I can only stomach so much of your stepmother’s conversation,”

            “I love you,” a gloriously happy smile transformed his countenance utterly, as soon as the words fell from my lips.

            “Ah Lady Swan, that sentiment is entirely mutual.” His left hand came up to cup at my cheek, the coolness of his wedding band stroking against my skin, as he pressed a kiss against my lips. “Give my regards to Alice.” 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018


We have come so far together. I watch the sheer joy exploding from my brother's face and just feel real gratitude to the woman that has made it possible. She fixed him in ways that he's probably not aware of himself. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

Adrian Mills' point of view on Aella

There was a wisdom in her that far outstripped how young she looked. When I knew her she was only twenty seven, well in terms of her physical appearance. When I spoke to her, she would know obscure facts about the individual lives of the Romantic Poets telling me things that I didn't even know. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

First public appearance (Snippet)

The hold he has on her, his hand resting at the small of her back is all that keeps her from running. She pushes a good deal of her love and support back through the link that binds them together. Her smile's lighting up her face, and he...all he has to do is let her shone. 

"When did you two start seeing each other?"

"Is it serious?"

"Where did you meet?" He can only make out a few of the questions in the chaotic shouting, and she slips her hand around his waist as they keep walking. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

Soothing (Snippet)

The heat of the whiskey within my chocolate soothed my nerves just as Abigail’s reassuringly solid body on my knee did. Anna passed me a bowl full of porridge and I was glad of the distraction, the act of eating gave my hands something to do, and did not allow me to reveal the truth before Mr Silverton. I was not going to reveal intimate family secrets to a passenger, especially as they tended to disappear from our lives the moment that they went to the Humphreys in Whitson’s Corners.

            Mr Silverton shifted uneasily in his chair, his gaze flickering between the four of us. I could tell that he was just as confused by the relationship that bound us together, as so many of his fellow escapees had been. I tugged Anna a little closer, my free hand coming to rest on her lap beneath the table, and relaxed fully for the first time since arriving home when I could feel both Abigail and Anna’s warmth beneath my palm.


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

Early Morning (Snippet)

She stretches idly, her toes digging into the dew soaked grass, as she revels in the warmth of the early morning sun. The rays caress her face warming her freckled skin, and she feels at peace for the first time in months. “You’re a right little sun worshipper aren’t you?” the deep voice startles her. She twirls on the spot, her bare feet slipping on the damp grass and falls into his arms. Her hand lands on his well defined pectoral muscles, fingers splaying over the bronzed skin. Tingles race through her entire system, the instant that she touches him and she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes flying to meet his. She can see the same confusion and lust in his soft brown eyes as she feels, and reaches up to touch his cheek. He's reaching for her in the same moment, his hand moving from it's resting spot at the base of her spine. Their lips meet in an urgent, hungry kiss, his fingers grasping at her hair, one hand resting in the dip of her waist as he pulls her closer. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018

Halloween (Snippet)

Sunlight glinted off the edge of the sword and shone directly into Viola's eyes. She didn't react in the way that the warrior was expecting as his many encounters with humans had made him predict. There was no fear or amazement in her eyes, she merely looked him over before turning her attention back to the garish window display she had been looking at. "You're a little early for Halloween, but I suppose that we can still use you," she commented. "There is going to be a tableau of different spooky figures and we can always include a figure of your physical size," She grasped hold of his sleeve when he didn't move, the action surprising him and said "Come on," 

Hobbies (Snippet)

"So what do you do for fun around here?" He asks the question of the whole group, curious about what there is to do at night, in this relatively quiet town. He is particularly interested in what the quiet brunette has to say though, she had attracted his attention from the moment he spotted her incredible eyes.

"We dance, drink and screw," the brunette replies, her bluntness quite a surprise given how young and innocent she appears to be. She downs another shot of Tequila, "You up for it?"


Copyright Emily Morris 2017

Lonely Girl (Snippet)

She's determined that she is not going to go another day suffering under the same weight as she has been doing.

It's crushing her, the darkness submerging her passionate interest in the people around her, and she can feel her spirit dying a little more everyday.


Words copyright Emily Morris 2017


“So I’ve found my breakfast, what are you lot having?” She holds the spoon up, as she tightens the circle of her arm around a jar of Nutella which is roughly the same size as her head.


"It's all your fault. If you die then he will come back to lead us," Onearle's certainty burns out of his eyes.

"No he won't. I'm sorry but he's happy with me and the family we're building," her hand comes to rest, without thought across the slight swelling of her belly. The gesture goes unseen by Onearle though as with a roar of rage he runs her through.

"Aella!!" Massimo's bellow of fury shakes the very foundations of the surrounding houses, and he runs full pelt to catch her when she falls.


Copyright Emily Morris 2017

Keep Calm

Aella endeavoured to keep the smile on her face, as he pulled her closer with his hand resting possessively over her stomach. She could smell the whiskey on his breath and wondered how so many human women had been captivated by him over the years. ‘God I hope that the Extollian fighter gets here soon’

‘Me too,’ Massimo’s deep rumble came over loud and clear. Her lover stood to attention close by the bar, and she immediately felt calmer at having him close. His imposing frame that repelled others, had always made her feel safe and loved. ‘I hate these kind of cases, and I just…’ his thoughts were distracted by the flash of orange light coming from a spot close by the toilets in the back of the bar.


Copyright Emily Morris 2017

All that matters


He can feel it in her kiss, the extremes of emotion that whirl within her slight frame. Her hand comes to rest at the base of his neck, the skin on skin contact giving him direct access to all of her thoughts and memories. The things that he sees inside her head, both terrify and excite him. She has only been seeing him when she thinks about the future for the last three months.

Copyright Emily Morris 2017


She screams in agony, her body contorted off the warm sand as blood gushes from the wound to her belly. I keep my hand on her cheek, and force myself to glance down at her stomach. I vow then and there that Oreale will pay for this. He's robbed me of the only future that I've ever truly wanted, that of spending time with my wife and child. I have to stop the train of thought as there will be plenty of time for revenge later. 




Copyright Emily Morris 2017


My cousin was a bit of a legend within the family. My mum would always use her as a warning tale, when my siblings or I were caught doing something she didn’t approve of, you know the kind of thing ‘I didn’t raise you to behave like your cousin. She’s a little loco’. It didn’t help that during a drunken joyride, she and Hilarus, among others, crash landed on earth, and caused the destruction of the dinosaurs. It took the entire Science department, two years to get the earth’s atmosphere back onto an even keel.

Even the punishment that Nael dished out, didn’t make either of them calm down really. They were made to go and work in the Meroda salt mines, alongside some of the white collar criminals for six months. Two weeks later the two of them were in bother again, this time because they broke into the Learllone Museum, and borrowed a temporal manipulator. I found out later that she had talked him into it because a friend she had made at the Meroda salt mines, had lost his wife during the battle of Starlight Meadow, and she wanted to reunite them.


Things got worse, when she decided to move permanently to earth. I didn’t need the stern warning from Nael that any Basilican caught interacting with the exiled six would be exiled alongside them. I didn’t want my slightly unhinged, and completely reckless cousin to derail my dreams of becoming a fully fledged Guardian in my own right, and it wasn’t until my training period in Marathon, that I actually got to know her. And understood what was really going on beneath the surface.

Most of the criminal activity had been because she was working to save lives, not because of some deep seated neurosis or psychosis. She confided in me, that she and Hilarion, along with the other exiles had been working to save the lives of prominent earth dwellers, and were calling themselves the Amour Federation. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018


The wedding party has almost finished with the myriad of posed portraits when the shout comes out of the blue. "When did you know that you loved her?" The shout attracts the attention of the fresh faced teenagers trying to meld into the background, and makes them lock their eyes directly on the paparazzo. The intensity in the teenage lad's eyes causes the paparazzo to recoil slightly. 


Your mother helped me by setting me on the right path after I got arrested by her father. She organised decent legal representation and gave me a admin post in her business so that I could get back on my feet. 


Copyright Emily Morris 2018