“This is getting us nowhere.” Jehan stalked from end to end of the room they all shared in the guesthouse. They had it to themselves; it was spacious, the walls painted with faded vistas, a brazier set in the center of it to ward off winter’s chill. Nikki sat crosslegged on the bed Jehan shared w...
Jehan was sure of it. The road had widened; he and Alf could ride side by side for short stretches with Thea running ahead. Like Fara, she seemed tireless, taking joy in her own swift strength. By noon a grey drizzle had begun to fall. They pressed on as hard as they might, following the white sh...
Mirain was up and bathing and trying not to growl at the servants, and when Vadin came into the bathing-room he greeted his squire with a mixture of glare and grin that was almost painful, so long had he been locked away with his wrath and his god. “Come in here,” he said, “and give these busybod...
The Wood was cold in the grey light of evening. No bird sang. No wind stirred the branches of the trees. Lys had tried to slip away alone. She should have known better. This time it was not my fault, not entirely: I had followed Francha. So we stood on the porch of the ruined chapel, Francha with...