Scent Of Salvation (Chronicles Of Eorthe #1) - Plot & Excerpts
The rich, heady scent of stew was thick in the air and made Sorin’s mouth water. Dirty dishes were piled on most surfaces of the pack kitchen, and the fire had burned down to a few coals. Sorin offered Susan a stool, then tended the fire. With most so ill, routines fell apart. Everyone pitched in to fill the gaps but things got neglected. “When you told me your pack was sick, I hadn’t imagined it would be most of them.” She leaned forward on the table. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” Pouring two bowls of stew, he took a quick glance at his little leech. “This is the problem I need solving.” “I’m not a doctor—healer.” She massaged her temples as if trying to relieve a terrible headache. He could sympathize. He set a bowl in front of her, then sat across the table. “Can you help us?” Eating his meal in big spoonfuls, he watched as she picked at her food. “I don’t know.” She took a bite and her eyes sparkled. “This is good.” She chewed with a far-off expression.
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