It is a rhythm he has forgotten, without his flatboat to stand on. Remember, forget: words he does not think of or even know, with the silver leaves ahead of him, the red huts behind, the dark blue lynanyn bobbing thick in the water around. There is no horizon—just the line of trees, the river be...
Ligeia was hunched over Zenais. Ligeia’s shoulders were shaking; none of Zenais was moving at all. Kosmas fell so heavily that Polymnia imagined she heard his knee bones cracking. She wasn’t looking at him, though, nor at the others. She was watching Asterion, who was craw...
The boy did the lord’s bidding, for he had no choice, being a child, and the son of the tavern keeper, and of no account. The lord was already drunk, but he swallowed most of the wine in a few gulps. He set the flagon down unsteadily and it tottered and fell. “Wretch!” he cried at Teldaru, who wa...
The air was thick with steam and mist, except for a clear, bright, silver path that wound from the girl’s upturned mouth. Chara drew closer—past the palanquin that was still flanked by priests and priestesses—and heard what was making the path: singing, godmarked and pure. Her own voice in the da...