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  1. Tracks, Chapter Eight: The Midsummer Festival

    by , 9-27-12 at 10:43 AM
    A few days had passed before Jonathan and Eva saw one another again. Each morning the king sent a note with his deepest regrets, stating that he had urgent business to attend to. She was happier to take breakfast in her room with Kate. The Falconer was at the palace whenever his duties spared him, and she had no wish to break her fast in his company.

    Jonathan's wounds had hardly been serious. Although quite a fuss was made over him as he was carried into the palace, it was soon deemed ...
  2. Tracks, Chapter 4: Midnight Meetings

    by , 7-20-12 at 3:09 AM
    Siege City’s wealthiest quarter was a carefully constructed neighborhood of mansions, parks and gardens bisected by well-paved streets, a sudden oasis of calm on the edge of the urban sprawl. The wide avenues were lined with beech trees and here and there the front of some large estate overlooked the road. Lilac hedges were in vogue, and their pale flower clusters waved like hands in the breeze. Their scent was a refreshing change from that of the usual stench of the city.

    It was ...
  3. Tracks, Chapter 3: Unrequested Visitors

    by , 7-10-12 at 6:17 PM
    The mansion of Daniel Gallow was a stately work of classical architecture. His forefathers had seen much more in old-world charm and style than in the need to flaunt their wealth. But as the friends of the king, you didn’t have to show off much before everyone fell in to whatever trend you were setting. When Daniel had married his dark skinned princess seventeen years before, most of the women of the court dyed their hair black and adopted the looser, more flowing garments of the lady’s country. ...
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  4. Tracks, Chapter 2: Departures

    by , 6-23-12 at 10:43 AM
    “Your mother doesn’t know you’re up, does she?” Lord Gallow leaned against the doorway, still in his evening attire. His smile hinted at conspiracy as he looked on his daughter. She was curled up in his favorite chair with a book propped on her knees. On the table beside her were several more.

    “That’s why I’m in your study,” she replied.

    Kate was pale, like her father, and had his gray eyes. The black hair and small nose she inherited from her mother, and the long face ...
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