He was creating something. Instantly, she knew what it was.
The team reared and suddenly the wagon was careening wildly, dangerously, down the street.
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.
Oren could tell that the boy was frightened, yet he turned at the sound of his voice. “Help me!” he rasped.
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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He’d drank too much and too quickly. Had he really seen a woman sporting a boar’s head enter the door?
Elymas had sent the poison in a silver chalice on a silver tray.
Lud Sellum was not a tonic, but a plant. Rare and precious.
Rizla flew in an indigo cloud and rejoiced at the gift of flight. Flight was the gift she cherished.