He tried not to think about looking like a fool in front of Iron of the Wood. He tried not to think about Jade at all. But at the edge of the field, tied to a young maple tree, he spotted Jade’s horse, Sunrise. The Treslarian’s ancestors had been bred in that country of vast plains across the Wes...
The last of its remaining leaves fluttered in the breeze. Everything was ready. The best carriage had been shined and the horses brushed. Silver baubles tinkled on their bridles as they shifted their feet and shook their glossy black manes. He focused on the dark, heavy front doors of the Big Hou...