In the middle of her list she mentioned that she was going to summon the Duke of Alarcansa to commence the new training for such eventualities. Then she outlined the celebrations she had taken great pleasure in planning during a sleepless night; she intended to honor their new allies, the Marlove...
The background was a hazy smear of rock and moss and close-growing pine in weak, early morning light. “I’m Flian,” I croaked. “Yes.” A deep voice betrayed mild surprise. “You’re Markham. I didn’t lose my memory this time.” I wriggled my legs. ...