Agnes has had some bad news. She feels gutted, as though all of her soft parts are in the scrap pan, waiting for the dog.
“The King steps closer to death every day. Some are big steps, others small. The tips of his fingers are black now.”
“Where have you been? There’s blood on your hem!”
“Then you have no choice,” said Nan Maura softly. “Or only one.
“Which of us, having been touched by the God-hand, can bear it? It is like fire.”
The message was brief and startling. “She is a witch,” sprawled a masculine hand, “Burn her.”
“There is no peace. Soon the boy will walk. What then?”
First, she’d fed the boy.
No ice flowed in her veins.
“Go now,” said the voice, “Before it fully wakes.”
A body had been dragged through the door.
Mirella’s heart began to pound. It was the voice that had caused her to be driven from home.
The crowd was a river of confusion, winding its way to the banquet hall.
“I have seen this man,’ Mirella paused, pointing at Oren Hunter, “Standing guard on the Jutting Rock since my twelfth summer.”
“You are a mere girl,” sneered Sarris. “What can you know?”
“It is mine now. Have no fear.”
Oren surveyed the King. William sat on the throne, hardly more than a skeleton in a wash of robes.
Filling up the doorway was a giant of a man, his hair white as snow.
This bastardized version of his grandfather’s court was the final blow.
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Arshad sauntered off to the Fish and Eagle. The serving wench, Polly, had a sympathetic ear.
Oren hadn’t known what to expect of civilization, but feeling the sharp disappointment, he knew he’d expected more.
The scepter was held by a dying hand.
“Know that I will see you in the face of your son.”
‘You called me here,” said the King. “Tell me why.”
“The burden of a dead man has been released.”
William walked to the edge of the overhanging rock and surveyed the horizon.
“It should have never come to this. All blood and gore and malice.”
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
“I don’t relish slaughter, but the man was most unreasonable. Stiff-necked and proud.”
“I loved Ray Welk from the time I was eight years old. The love bug bit me and I felt the sting in my soul.”
“This is not a gentlemanly conveyance,” protested Ondred.
The smoke wrapped around them like a worn blanket, memorizing each form.
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“This path is so worn it could lead to my bedchamber.” said the King.
The fabled forest was not large, verdant, or even mysterious. It looked like the type of spot where one might piss.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve seen enough of human nature.”
“I’m to marry. Life is a tiresome affair.”
“Dragons are worms. I find them sad.”
The Blood Wars would cost the lives of thousands. It began over a bird.
The flower and the effects of its scent became legendary.
Shame is a fire, burning my core. Her name was Rena Davis, and I was the one who gave her the name of “Old Black Pig.”
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“His death broke the cold snap.”
“Times were different,” I say finally. “People minded their business then.”