He was creating something. Instantly, she knew what it was.
Category: Flight, Book One of the Outer Flower
Flight, Chapter Eighty Two
Any sane man would stay inside. But they weren’t sane, they were desperate.
Chapter Eighty- One
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”
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.
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 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.
Flight, Chapter Seventy Three
She walked to the oaken doors with the grace of a large cat.
Flight, Chapter Seventy Two
I sense a mother’s concern and a secret that must be kept.
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