Black Bead: Book One Of The Black Bead Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
Two warriors stood blocking the doors. Sixteen-year-old Sigrid seemed awkward in his leather armor. The guard position was new to him and the authority, like the leathers, did not quite sit comfortably on his shoulders. The lanky boy was dwarfed by the imposing figure of Hayrald, First Prime to the First Mother’s High Coven. Cheobawn saw the dark look on her Da’s face and stopped short. It had been too good to be true, she thought, this new found freedom. Here he was, come to personally take her home, not trusting the task to anyone else. Tam also paused, looking back at Cheobawn. “Move it, pipsqueak,” he said, grabbing her by the arm and jerking her back into motion. “You are part of my Pack now. There are rules even adults have to follow.” The last was said almost as a prayer. Even Tam did not wholly trust this to be true. When he was sure she was going to walk on her own he let her go and pushed to the head of the line, fishing in his pocket for his blue tag.
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