mia monroe

Mia’s steps were heavy, the bottle of amber liquid in her hand near empty as she staggered through the dark quiet streets of Keldabe. The few still awake gave the former mand’alor a wide berth, averting their eyes from her grief. She had no idea where she was going, only that her feet would take...

The fire cracked and popped in the centre of the small hut, almost drowned by the sounds of the rain hammering on the roof. Zanbar had become her retreat, sparsely populated save for the wildlife, it was the easiest place for her to escape without being too far away. And escape was needed, even...