“It’s done, my darling. When men come to tell me the news of Ceelken’s death, I shall be shocked and horrified. I’ll send a letter to the Chapterhouse expressing my dismay. We must mourn our loss, I’ll tell them, those dour mages in their dreary cells. We must comfort one another. And we must go forward, in cooperation, as comrades in common cause. My words will be kind, supportive, but also suggestive. I know the words to use. The letter has been sitting in my desk for two weeks now.”
The dragon stretched, curling itself around the perimeter of the room, tired from its exertions. Lamplight set crystalline colors dancing across its sleeping form. Maddig smiled. Everything was moving nicely, according to plan. She had a hundred plans, one for every eventuality. Not all of them ended in blood.
But some had.
More would.
--- end of chapter one ----
The dragon stretched, curling itself around the perimeter of the room, tired from its exertions. Lamplight set crystalline colors dancing across its sleeping form. Maddig smiled. Everything was moving nicely, according to plan. She had a hundred plans, one for every eventuality. Not all of them ended in blood.
But some had.
More would.
--- end of chapter one ----
