William walked to the edge of the overhanging rock and surveyed the horizon.
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
“This is not a gentlemanly conveyance,” protested Ondred.
“”My gloves!” said Creath, pointing. “There are the glove I dropped!” Ondred walked to the prickly bush and picked them off. Then, he walked to Creath and… Read more “Flight, Chapter Six”
“Dragons are worms. I find them sad.”
The Blood Wars would cost the lives of thousands. It began over a bird.
Jessum’s Choice Yes, the rift had begun to heal between father and son. The deepest one of all: at birth, Quellen had taken his mother’s life. But… Read more “Outer Flower, 53”
Mirella The girl pushed through the crowd, unmindful of the curses following her as she trod on boots and hemlines. The curses could have come from or… Read more “Outer Flower, 8”