“Go now,” said the voice, “Before it fully wakes.”
Category: science fiction, fantasy
Flight, Chapter Twenty Five
The crowd was a river of confusion, winding its way to the banquet hall.
Flight, Chapter Twenty Four
“I have seen this man,’ Mirella paused, pointing at Oren Hunter, “Standing guard on the Jutting Rock since my twelfth summer.”
Flight, Chapter Twenty-Three
“You are a mere girl,” sneered Sarris. “What can you know?”
Flight, Chapter Twenty-two
“It is mine now. Have no fear.”
Flight, Chapter Twenty-One
Oren surveyed the King. William sat on the throne, hardly more than a skeleton in a wash of robes.
Flight, Chapter Sixteen
The scepter was held by a dying hand.
Flight, Chapter Twelve
William walked to the edge of the overhanging rock and surveyed the horizon.
Flight, Chapter Eleven
“It should have never come to this. All blood and gore and malice.”
Flight, Chapter Ten
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
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