A hard day’s ride from Catiscal to Horvald left her limp as a rag doll. She glanced at Devadas who dismounted from his horse looking as if he’d been for a ride in the country. He wouldn’t look at her. Since he’d rescued her and left Catiscal in the ...
Lissa, Princess of Horvald, loved and lost her slave in chains ten long years ago. Then she was spoiled and selfish, thinking she could bend a warrior of Catiscal to her will. But time and adversity have changed her into a leader, prepared to give herself to the Warlord Death in order to save her...
Brown eyes, whiskey colored hair, a vague almost saintly stare. Several centuries had rendered him sacred and worthy of worship in this dim, secular church. All of the men looked like Charles II, staring off to some better place. Dutch, protestant burgers, who, as a mark of success, commissioned ...