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6 Lettera senza Firma (Letter with no Signature)
Scholarsday, Hare Moon 8
Yvette stole through the forest, back to the cottage, avoiding the roads and river. She preferred to take the long way than allow someone to follow her to the hideout. The list of safe houses was running as low...
5 Odore di Ratto (Smells Like a Rat)
Freedomday, Hare Moon 7
Daniela found Francesco fuming in the still dewy grass, her letter clutched in his hand. He looked taller and broader than normal to Daniela, who inched toward him in bedclothes and bare feet. “You ungrateful little wretch,”...
4 Marchio del Tradimento (Marks of Betrayal)
Thundersday, Hare Moon 6
Yvette lowered the hood of her cloak, dew soaking into her clothing. Innumerable times she’d knelt under woody fingers gnarled with age, begging forgiveness or wallowing in self-pity. A lone tree standing on the edge...
3 Inchiostro e Ceneri (Ink and Ash)
Midweeksday, Hare Moon 5
The name echoed in Daniela’s mind. Rafe, a foreign name from the north. When the three men entered, Daniela wondered which her betrothed might be. The tall, dark-haired man with chiseled features and sporting three days’...
3 Inchiostro e Ceneri (Ink and Ash)
Midweeksday, Hare Moon 5
The name echoed in Daniela’s mind. Rafe, a foreign name from the north. When the three men entered, Daniela wondered which her betrothed might be. The tall, dark-haired man with chiseled features and sporting three days’...
2 Dono del Cielo (Gift of the Sky)
Moonday, Hare Moon 3
Yvette rolled a pair of crimson silk garters and set them in her vanity drawer.
“Are you going to dress while I watch?” Thorne’s gloomy tone suggested the thought appalled him.
“No.” She tried to ignore his grimace by...
1 Vendetta (Revenge)
Hay Moon 18
Before the summer’s afternoon heat gave way to dusk’s mildness, an old woman clung to a thin ledge sixty feet above the cathedral’s courtyard. There was a time when visiting her old friend—the religious leader of the republic—didn’t involve scaling...
17 Generosità (Generosity)
Scholarsday, Hare Moon 22
The bells tolled one in the distance. Vincenzo, in no hurry, kept his pace steady. Mercurio clomped along behind, the hard soles of cheap boots veritably echoing in the near-empty street.
Vincenzo turned on his annoying...
5
If you want to give me a truly thoughtful gift—let it be a story that brings me strength and hope.
Two laundry baskets—empty finally. Gran scrubbed with salt and soda while Ayleth hung garments. “I hate washing.” Ayleth wrung a shirt and pinned it to the line.
“I love it,”...
4
A wise man never trusts a wax seal to protect his letters. King Aethan was a wise man.
-Same place as last time. Ten ‘o clock.- A
Alayna pulled a silk drape closed around the massive bedstead in their private chamber. No sense allowing insects in, since the windows of the castle...
3 (unfinished)
Ayleth awoke to cooking smells. She could hear Galen’s high voice from downstairs. “The black and yellow one is my favorite, Da. Kyla says she’ll trade it to me for my green shooter. Should I trade her?”
“That’s up to you,” Ren said. He was surely smiling, if the tone...
3
The most precious thing a father protects is his little girl’s heart
Ayleth awoke to cooking smells. Galen’s croaky high voice sounded from downstairs. “The black and yellow one is my favorite, Da. Kyla says she’ll trade it to me for my green shooter. Should I trade her?”...
2
When asked to create potions for matters of the heart, temple healers often say, “Love cannot be forced to grow where it isn’t nourished, nor cannot it be denied where it has taken root.”
Ayleth woke before midday, choosing to roll around in the loft until she tired of the itchy hay...
1
Praise to the storytellers of our time, without whom we would live in darkness.
Hand in hand, Aarin and Ayleth hurried for the trees, where beyond lay their secret sanctuary along the banks of the river. A serene glen lined with willows and birches, it was just the sort of place...
Chapter 1
The first time I met Will Hudson, the man had everything. Sports cars, houses, women, and anything else that might make a man like me jealous. This morning, as I tried to leave his room, he grasped at me with handless arms, still fighting back. Some people have more to live for...
CHAPTER 4
“I... I..” Cedrick stuttered. “Who are you?”
“You first, stranger,” the wild-looking man growled. Tall, ox-like in build, his thick mane of dark hair was indistinguishable from his beard. It was near impossible to tell where one ended and the other began...
CHAPTER 3
“Cedrick Beringer, from Rheinguard,” Cedrick said as he dismounted. “Who are you?”
“Zedrina, from Seidr.”
“Seidr? I’ve never heard of it, is it a village nearby? I’ve just come from Larkridge, and no one mentioned another settlement here in the swamp. I would...
CHAPTER 2
“Alisha!” Harris yelled, from where he knelt on the floor.
Three men wearing the rough homespun garments of peasants surrounded Harris. Two of them were older, with graying hair, while the third was Cedrick’s age, not a boy, but not yet an independent man. Harris...
Chapter 1
Hooves pounded the ground, rumbling like thunder as four-hundred mounted men galloped across the field. Each time the horn blew, the riders in the fore changed formation. Those behind followed in unison, as a school of fish or flock of birds, each individual moving so...