Chapter 81 Bridon was not as solitary as the rest of the Brethren; in fact, he found living on the side of hill in a stilted house… Read more “Chapter Eighty- One”
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Flight, Chapter Eighty
Plague had entered willingly, the breath fresh from a young child, until all the bottles had been filled but for the blue. This had been reserved for Bridon of the Blue Stone.
Paintings by Allan
The Long Road Home: Paintings by Allan
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Flight, Chapter Seventy Nine
Chapter 79 Mirella wasn’t sure how to struggle. If she’d been alone, she’d have run. In the hills surrounding the Shivelite camp, she’d kept pace with the… Read more “Flight, Chapter Seventy Nine”
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“Any Given Sunday”
Painting by Allan
Flight, Chapter Seventy Eight
The team reared and suddenly the wagon was careening wildly, dangerously, down the street.
Chapter Seventy- Seven
As they crossed the bridge, fear crawled in her belly like a small animal. They were feeding on something. The thought came to her that it might be a man.
Flight, Chapter Seventy Six
She would take the prince, Mirella resolved, and protect him with her very life.
Flight, Chapter Seventy Five
Oren could tell that the boy was frightened, yet he turned at the sound of his voice. “Help me!” he rasped.
Flight, Chapter Seventy Four
He struggled to his feet without the use of his hands. they’d been stomped on. He’d been left to starve in the small, squalid cell.
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