Deadly Dance: A Daath Short Story (The Daath Chronicles) - Plot & Excerpts
With soldiers and war about, the rode would be packed with both friend and foe. Keeping my cowl tight, and my great sword visible on my back, I rode the horse as hard and fast as I could without running him dead. Three long days it took to reach the seaside village. I had only visited the harbor once, as a boy. My father had to deliver a delicate order that he refused to send with a carrier. I remembered visiting Harold’s shop near the beginning of town. The years hadn’t done much to change the place. The windows were cluttered with more displays of beaded necklaces and sparkling bracelets, but the old wooden sign that read open matched exactly. I tied my horse to a rail outside and entered. “Hello?” A man with red hair and pale skin walked out from the back. Too young to be Jeslyn’s grandfather. “I’m looking for Jeslyn.” “Who are you?” He eyed me with caution.
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