He thought he could shake it. He thought he'd be fine. But he was cold to the bone and the freeze just wouldn't leave where it had settled on the inside of his chest. - "Moominmamma," Moomin mumbled. "I think there's something wrong with Snufkin. It doesn't seem like a normal illness. He's frozen." Sickfic. Hurt, comfort, the usual angst you've come to expect from me. Part 3 in the 3 part Moomin series with 'Newcomer' and 'Faded'. Cover art is by me.

Ilragorn's history never lies. The obedient ones live. The traitors always perish. In daylight, Indigo Sarte is the perfect daughter, a future student of the Healing Arts. In the shadows, he is a master of forbidden alchemy, ruthless and cunning, all in the name of fulfilling his wish for true freedom. Indigo's sights are set on The Academy-a prestigious establishment where aspiring alchemists are taught to master gifts inherited from their birthrights. But Indigo is recognized as a woman amongst his peers, and The Academy's rules are clear: Women heal. Men fight. Disobey-die.