Leanne Fitzpatrick books

The Bitter Taste

She rolled away from the wall and peered into the darkness. “Tepil?” she whispered, “what are you doing?” “Shh, go back to sleep sister. I am going to the lagoon to fish. This is the best time- the dawn is a while off and the fish are drowsy.” Yau pushed herself up and lit a tapered candle. Soft,...