Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme

By Stephanie Park

Fionn is content enough in his life as one of the Queen's Own, adventurers who go forth to save the kingdom from evil. Johnathan is content enough being e a farmer, working the land on the small farm where his family has lived for generations.

When these two meet, they feel an almost instant attraction. Yet Johnathan knows that an elite warrior like Fionn couldn't possibly want to settle down on the farm and make a life with him.

Can Fionn perform the seemingly impossible task of convincing Johnathan his fears are wrong?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Nov 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781634867696

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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme

By Stephanie Park

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Copyright 2018 Stephanie Park

ISBN 9781634867696

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To Brianna, the real Eternal Queen.

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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme

By Stephanie Park

Fionn Grayson flew over the rolling green hills on broad, white-feathered wings. Unlike the land of his youth, this countryside was lush and long cultivated. The hills below were a patchwork of different shades of green, divided by piled stone walls and worn wooden fences. Sheep or cattle grazed contentedly in some, while neat rows of crops grew in others. Here and there a modest farmhouse stood, while narrow, winding dirt roads led between them.

It was a quiet land, and just then it looked like something near to heaven to him. He was on his way home from the southern desert, where he and his fellow adventurers had been tracking a murderous mage. He had seen his fill of bleak, barren land, and he’d had more than enough of darkness, despair, and violence. Of course he would return when he was next called upon to right some wrong, he knew that, but for the moment he was very glad that the whole affair was over and done with and he had a little time to himself.

He was still passing over farmland when the sun dipped down near the horizon. Best start looking for somewhere to spend the night, he thought to himself. He selected a farmhouse below at random and dropped down out of the sky. He landed in the road in front of the neatly kept yard and entered through the gate, not wanting to startle anyone inside by landing on their very doorstep. He made his way up a paved walk to the door and knocked. When no one answered he waited a few minutes and knocked again, but there was still no response. He shrugged and turned to go when a voice said, Oh! Hello! Sorry, I didn’t hear you knock.

He turned to see a sandy-haired man with cheerful blue eyes standing by the corner of the house. How can I help you? Fionn noticed the man sizing him up. He knew he presented a somewhat unconventional view. The avian folk were all small, so though he was actually on the tall side for one of his race, he was half a head shorter than the rather average human facing him. He was lean and wiry, but he had muscle enough to easily wield the saber at his belt. The light coat of mail, worn over its padded gambeson, added to his martial appearance. His eyes were a vivid leaf green, and his hair was an equally vivid red-orange, long enough to reach almost to his belt and held back in a practical tail.

I’m looking for somewhere to stay the