J.P. Reedman books

SWORD OF TULKAR

Always clumsy, I cursed as the soft beakers crumpled into lumps of mud beneath my fingers. I was no good at such menial chores. I, Ardagh, the chieftain’s daughter was good at naught except being the chieftain’s daughter…. Sighing, I threw the clay aside and lay back, watching the swift passage o...