We swapped wild stories, laughing over his nobbish adventures with Raffin, my near misses on the job in Gerse, as well as a few sweet shared memories of his cousin Meri, managing to keep the conversation well clear of Talth or war or murder. I felt curiously light and silly leaving the Keep, and ...
I had said the words, and they hadn’t killed me, but it would take a while before I felt like myself again. I took the kennel route from Wierolf’s chamber, to delay the moment I’d have to face people. Afternoon had faded to evening, and Tiboran’s moon was high and bright in a deepening sky. I loo...
BunceAcknowledgments Weaving this tale was by no means a solitary endeavor. For their help and support along the way, I must thank my own Friendly Society: Barb Stuber, Christine Taylor-Butler, Diane Bailey, Judith Hyde, C. R. Cook, and the other amazing women of Juvenile Writers of Kansas City. ...