She watched Hal raise a golden cup and swallow fine Liantine wine, and then he held the goblet toward Mareka. After she drank, Holy Father Dartulamino accepted the goblet and raised his hands in blessing. “May the Thousand Gods look over your union, Halaravilli ben-Jair and Mareka Octolaris. May ...
She was tired of life in Sarmonia, tired of wandering through the woods. She wanted to feel a real mattress beneath her, rather than a pallet stuffed with grass. She wanted to eat bread baked in an oven, instead of the charred stuff that Father Siritalanu managed beside a campfire. She wanted to ...
I can walk down the hallway by myself!” Rani sighed in disgust as the placid soldier followed her down the palace corridors that led to the royal apartments. She was irritated that he was shadowing her, irritated that he would not respond to her blatant rudeness, irritated that Bardo had failed t...
He imagined the cries of men cut down on the battlefield, of women and children trapped behind the curtains of fire. He wondered if the northerners had granted Rani a pyre, or if they had set her corpse into the ground to rot. He muttered a prayer to Tarn, the god of death, in hope that Rani had ...
Her argument with Mair had made her late returning to the guildhall for her afternoon session. Despite her vow to her Touched friend, Rani had not dared to seek out Crestman that day—she had work that she must complete. She had sketched out her drawing of Lor the night before, but she found that ...