A Thread Of Time: Firesetter, Book 1 - Plot & Excerpts
Amyr called to me as soon as I opened the door. I was tired and my back aching from far too many hours of standing on the cement floor. My heart, too, was aching from far too many hours of standing with only a few coins to show for my efforts. Three coins were not enough to feed my wife and myself, let alone the boy whose medicine cost twice as much each week. “No.” I spoke truthfully for my journey home had been uneventful. However, there had been whispers on the street, although I tried not to listen. Purposefully, I had walked with my head down and my eyes unfocused, so as not to call attention to myself. Yet, I heard wisps of strangers' conversations unmistakable in their meaning. Everyone was speaking the same. The same words were repeated from corner to corner, doorstep to doorstep. Evil had come to us and no longer were we safe. “Are you certain?” my son asked. “I thought I heard the sounds of guns.” “Hush,” Ailana snapped, putting her hand on the boy. “It was only your imagination, or the thunder in the hills. I heard nothing. There is no reason to worry. Don't overly excite yourself, child. Sit back down and calm your heart.”
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