Literature
Family Time
Fire crackled in the hearth, bathing the karyai in a warm, golden glow. Outside a cold Northern wind screamed around the eves and clawed at the shutters but failed to rattle the windows in their solid casings. Icy snowflakes tinkled sadly on the window panes, barely audible over the creak creak of the rocking chair in the corner. On the mantel piece an ancient clock tolled the ten o’clock hour in slightly discordant chimes. The clan had gathered in the big room to enjoy the peaceful hours between dinner and sleep.
Arani sat on one end of the over-stuffed couch, Janri cross-legged on the floor, playing with the pretty knife her father