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    Category: fantasy, high fantasy. excerpt from Flight, Book One of the Outer Flower

    Flight, Chapter Eighty-Three

    He was creating something. Instantly, she knew what it was.

    July 2, 2021July 2, 2021 by joanspilman

    Flight, Chapter Seventy Eight

    The team reared and suddenly the wagon was careening wildly, dangerously, down the street.

    June 26, 2021June 21, 2021 by joanspilman

    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.

    June 25, 2021June 21, 2021 by joanspilman

    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.

    June 23, 2021June 16, 2021 by joanspilman

    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.

    June 22, 2021June 22, 2021 by joanspilman

    Flight, Chapter Seventy One

    Chapter 71 “I have poisoned the King. As well as his councilor. The Warrior sent by the Shautu isn’t dead, but in the dungeons. He may be… Read more “Flight, Chapter Seventy One”

    June 18, 2021June 18, 2021 by joanspilman

    Flight, Sixty Five

    He’d drank too much and too quickly. Had he really seen a woman sporting a boar’s head enter the door?

    June 11, 2021June 11, 2021 by joanspilman

    Flight, Chapter Sixty Four

    Elymas had sent the poison in a silver chalice on a silver tray.

    June 10, 2021June 8, 2021 by joanspilman

    Flight, Chapter Sixty Three

    Lud Sellum was not a tonic, but a plant. Rare and precious.

    June 9, 2021June 7, 2021 by joanspilman

    Flight, Chapter Fifty Five

    Rizla flew in an indigo cloud and rejoiced at the gift of flight. Flight was the gift she cherished.

    May 30, 2021May 27, 2021 by joanspilman

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